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." "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
>is 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 arunnin.'
>
>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?"
>
>"I call them by their last names."
