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A woman
walks into the downtown welfare office, trailed by 15 kids.
'WOW,' the social worker exclaims, 'are they all yours?"
'Yep, they are all mine,' the flustered momma sighs, having heard
that question a thousand times before.
She says, 'Sit down Leroy.' All the children rush to find seats.
'Well,' says the social worker, 'then you must be here to sign up.
I'll need all your children's names.'
'Well, to keep it simple, the boys are all named Leroy and the
girls are all named Leighroy.'
In disbelief, the case worker says, 'Are you serious? They're ALL
named Leroy?'
Their momma replied, 'Well, yes-it makes it easier. When it's time
to get them out of bed and ready for school, I yell, 'Leroy!' An'
when it's time for dinner, I just yell 'Leroy!' An they all comes a runnin.
An' if I need to stop the kid who's running into the street, I just
yell Leroy' and all of them stop. It's the smartest idea I ever
had, namin' them all Leroy.'
The social worker thinks this over for a bit, then wrinkles her
forehead and says tentatively, 'But what if you just want ONE kid
to come, and not the whole bunch?'
'Then I call them by their last names.'
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