On Welfare

A woman walks into the downtown welfare office, trailed by 15 kids.

"WOW," the social worker exclaims, "are they ALL YOURS???"

"Yes, they're all mine," the mother 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!

"Are they all named Leroy?," asks the caseworker.

The mother replies, "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 come to dinner. 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 have ever had, naming 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 name."