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."
"This one's my oldest - he is Leroy."
"OK, and who's next?"
"Well, this one he is Leroy, also."
The social worker raises an eyebrow but
continues. One by one,
through the oldest four, all boys, all named
Leroy. Then she
is introduced to the eldest girl, named
Leighroy!
"All right," says the caseworker. "I'm seeing a
pattern here.
Are they ALL named Leroy?"
Their Momma replied,! "Well, yes-it makes it
easier. When it is
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
arunnin.' 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?"
"I call them by their last names."