A woman walks into the downtown welfare office, trailed by 15 kids.
‘WOW.” the social worker exclaims, “Are they all yours?” “Yep, they is 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.”
“Well, to keep it simple, the boys is all named Leroy and the girls is all named Leighroy.”
In disbelief, the case worker says, “Are you serious? They’re ALL named Leroy?”
Their momma replies, “Well yes, it makes it easier. When it’s time to get them out of bed and ready for school, I yells, ‘Leroy!’ An’ when it’s time for dinner, I jist yells ‘Leroy!’ An they all comes a runnin’. An’ if I needs to stop the kid who’s playin’ in the street, I just yells Leroy’ and all of dem stops. It’s the smartest idea I ever had, namin’ dem 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 calls them by they last names”