Three husbands are waiting anxiously the birth of their baby in the maternity ward of a hospital:
one Kenyan, one Swedish and one Argentinian.

After some hours go by, the head nurse comes out full of consternation and says apologetically:
"Gentlemen, everything has gone well, but we have a big problem in our hands: the personnel has lost the labels and we don't know which baby belongs to whom. We recommend that you throw lots and that the winner has the first choice.

The three men do that and the first choice goes to the Swede. He looks at the kids searching for an inkling of a resemblance, thinks hard, and then chooses the black baby.

At this point the Kenyan steps in:
"Just a moment; my wife is black, I am black, and the baby is black; why are you choosing our baby?"

The Swede replies:
"I didn't want to take a chance of picking the Argentinian."