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
"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,
"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
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
" I call them by their last names."