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 thosand 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'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."
2006-09-25
04:54:07
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