A woman walks into the downtown welfare office, trailed
by 15 kids . . .
"WOW," said the social worker, "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 eldest -- he is Leroy.
"OK, and who's next ?"
"Well, this one is Leroy also."
The social worker raises an eyebrow but continues. One by one,
through the oldest four 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."
And when it's time for dinner, I just yell "Leroy" and they all
come arunning. And if I need to stop the kid who's running into
the stree, I just yell "Leroy" and all of them stop. It's the
smartest idea I ever had, naming 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 ?"
"Oh, then I call them by their last names."