A Girl Walks Into the Welfare Workplace
A girl 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 seek out seats.
“Nicely,” says the social employee, “you should 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?”
“Nicely, this one can also 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, “Nicely, sure—it makes it simpler. When it’s time to get them away from bed and prepared for college, I yell ‘Leroy!’ When it’s dinner time, I simply yell ‘Leroy!’ they usually all come working. And if I have to cease a child from working into the road, I simply yell ‘Leroy!’ they usually all cease. It’s the neatest concept 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 little one to come back, not all of them?”
The mom replies, “Then I name them by their final names.” 🤣🤣🤣
