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 says '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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