A Woman Walks Into the Welfare Office
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 flustered mother sighs, having heard the question many times before.
“Sit down, Leroy,” she says. All the children rush to find seats.
“Well,” says the social worker, “you must be here to sign up. I’ll need all your children’s names.”
“This one is my oldest. He is Leroy.”
“Okay, and who’s next?”
“Well, this one is also Leroy.”
The social worker raises an eyebrow but continues.
One by one, the mother introduces her children. The oldest four are boys, and all of them are named Leroy. Then she introduces the oldest girl, named Leighroy.
“All right,” says the caseworker. “I’m seeing a pattern here. Are they all named Leroy?”
The mother replies, “Well, yes—it makes it easier. When it’s time to get them out of bed and ready for school, I yell ‘Leroy!’ When it’s time for dinner, I just yell ‘Leroy!’ and they all come running. And if I need to stop a kid from running into the street, I just yell ‘Leroy!’ and they all stop. It’s the smartest idea I ever had—naming them all Leroy.”
The social worker thinks for a moment, then frowns and asks, “But what if you just want one child to come, not all of them?”
The mother replies, “Then I call them by their last names.” 🤣🤣🤣
