A Canadian from Ontario, a Newfie, and a Pakistani meet in the waiting room at a hospital.
Over the course of a conversation, it becomes apparent that all three are expectant fathers, all are first-timers, and all their wives are in labour right at that very moment.
The three start talking and are getting on rather well when the doctor appears, looking a little bit flustered.
“Gentlemen, I’m pleased to say that all your wives have delivered healthy sons, my congratulations to all of you. ...
"However, I’m afraid we do have a problem. We’re a small hospital and we’re not used to the maternity ward being quite so busy -- I’m afraid that the midwife forgot to label the baby cots. We don’t know whose baby is whose!!!”
The Pakistani gentlemen smiles and says “Well, I think I can probably pick mine out of the three, but you two have got a serious problem.”
“Nonsense!”, says the Newfie, “I can tell my own son! Come on, b'y, we can sort this out between us.”
The Ontarian reluctantly agrees, and the three march off to the maternity ward. On arrival, the Ontarian enters first and promptly returns with what is, very obviously, the Pakistani child.
The Pakistani fellow protests, as you would, to which the Ontarian says:
“Sorry, buddy, but one of them in there's a Newfie, and I’m not taking any chances!”