Monday, April 09, 2007

Leroy

A woman walks into the downtown Atlanta 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," the momma says.
"OK, and who's next?" asks thge social worker.
"Well, this one he is Leroy, also," the woman says.
The social worker raises an eyebrow but continues. One by one, through
the oldest four, all boys, all named Leroy. Then she isintroduced 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
a runnin.' 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?"
Momma says, "Then I calls them by their last names.

Ralph B.

Thanks Ralph

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