A woman walked into the downtown welfare office, trailed by 15
kids. "WOW!" the social worker exclaimed. "Are they all yours?"
"Yep, they are all mine," the flustered momma sighed, having heard
that question a thousand times before. She says, "Sit down Leroy."
All the children rushed to find seats.
"Well," said 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 asked, "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 thought this over for a bit, then wrinkled her
forehead and said 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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