'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. 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 are all named Leroy and the girls are all named Leighroy.'
In disbelief, the case worker. 'Are you serious? They're ALL named Leroy?'
Their momma replied, 'Well, yes. It makes it easier. When it's time to get em out of bed and ready for school, I yell, 'Leroy!' An' when it's time for dinner, I just yell 'Leroy!' an they all come runnin. An' if I need to stop the kid who's runnin into the street, I just yell Leroy' and all of em stop. It's the smartest idea I ever had, namin' em 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 call em by their last names.'
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