Leroy And Leighroy

A woman walks into the Oakland welfare office, trailed by 15 kids.

'WOW,' the social worker exclaims, 'are they all yours?

'Yep, dey all mine,' the flustered momma sighs, having heard that question a thousand times before.

She says, 'Sits 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.'

'Well, to keep it simple, da boys all named Leroy and da girls all named Leighroy.'

In disbelief, the case worker says, 'Are you serious? They're ALL named Leroy?'

Their momma replied,

'Well yes'm, it make it much easier'. When it time to get dem out'a bade and ready fo school, I yells, 'Leroy!' An' when it time fo dinna, I just yells 'Leroy!' An dey all comes a runnin'. An' if'n I needs to stop da kid who's runnin' into da street, I just yells Leroy' en all of dem stop. It's da smartest idea I ever have, namin' dem 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?'

'Den I calls dem by dey last names.'