A Lady Walks Into the Welfare Workplace
A lady walks into the downtown welfare workplace, trailed by 15 children.
“Wow,” the social employee exclaims. “Are all of them yours?”
“Sure, they’re all mine,” the flustered mom sighs, having heard the query many occasions earlier than.
“Sit down, Leroy,” she says. All the kids rush to search out seats.
“Properly,” says the social employee, “you have to be right here to enroll. I’ll want all of your kids’s names.”
“This one is my oldest. He’s Leroy.”
“Okay, and who’s subsequent?”
“Properly, this one can be Leroy.”
The social employee raises an eyebrow however continues.
One after the other, the mom introduces her kids. The oldest 4 are boys, and all of them are named Leroy. Then she introduces the oldest lady, named Leighroy.
“All proper,” says the caseworker. “I’m seeing a sample right here. Are all of them named Leroy?”
The mom replies, “Properly, sure—it makes it simpler. When it’s time to get them away from bed and prepared for varsity, I yell ‘Leroy!’ When it’s meal time, I simply yell ‘Leroy!’ they usually all come operating. And if I have to cease a child from operating into the road, I simply yell ‘Leroy!’ they usually all cease. It’s the neatest thought I ever had—naming all of them Leroy.”
The social employee thinks for a second, then frowns and asks, “However what for those who simply need one youngster to come back, not all of them?”
The mom replies, “Then I name them by their final names.” 🤣🤣🤣
