..from Peter in Ruby Bay (NZ)
A woman walked into the welfare office, trailed by 15 kids…
‘WOW,’ the social worker exclaims, ‘are they ALL YOURS???’
‘Yes they are all mine,’ the mother sighed, having heard that question a thousand times before.
‘Sit down Leroy’ she tells the children and they all rush to find seats.
‘Well,’ said 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 boys, all are 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 Leighroy or Leroy?’
Their mother replied, ‘Well, yes it makes life easier. When it’s time to get them out of bed and ready for school, I shout, ‘Leroy!’ And when it’s time for dinner, I just yell ‘Leroy!’ and they all comes running.’ And 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, 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?’
‘Why,then I call them by their surnames.’
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