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?"
" Then I call them by their last names."