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