Like many refrigerators, my folks' is covered with pictures: pictures of family members, pictures of friends, pictures of family members and friends, pictures of mystery black babies:
The mystery is not that we don't have friends with black babies. The mystery is that we're pretty sure we can identify all our friends' babies. And this one is totally not mine. As the curator of the refrigerator, my mom usually knows the provenance of every photo she magnets to its door. So this mystery baby's presence is both a conundrum and a source of amusement. Plus he or she is awfully cute.