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 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."
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