WELFARE MAMA
>
> 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 mamma 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. 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 Mama replied, 'Well, yes - it makes it easier.
> When it is 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
> comes a-running. 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
> ever had, namin' 'em 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?'
>
> 'Then I call them by their last names