Leroy
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. "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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