Leroy

>
> > A woman walks into the welfare office, trailed by 15 kids...
> >
> > "WOW," the social worker exclaims, "Are they ALL YOURS???"
> >
> > "Yes, they're all mine," the tired momma sighs, having heard that
question a thousand times before.
> >
> > "Well," says the social worker,"then you must be here to sign up. I'll
need all their names."
> >
> > "This one is my oldest--he's Leroy."
> >
> > "OK, and who's next?"
> >
> > "Well, this one's Leroy, also." The social worker raises an eyebrow but
continues. One by one, all the boys, all named Leroy. Then she is
introduced to the girl,also named Leroy!
> >
> > "All right...I'm seeing a pattern here...They are ALL named Leroy!!!!!"
> >
> > "Well, yes--it's actually really convenient. When it's time for dinner,
I just yell 'Leroy!' and they all
> > come running. And if I need to stop the kid running into the street, I
just yell
> > 'Leroy' and the kid, whoever he is, stops in his tracks. It's the
smartest idea I ever had, naming them all Leroy."
> >
> > The social worker thinks this over for a bit, then says tentatively,
"But what if you just want ONE kid to come, and not the whole bunch?"
> >
> > "Ah, that's easy," said the mother. "Then I call them by their last
names."