Leroy and Leighroy
A woman walks into the downtown welfare office, trailed by 15 kids.
'WOW,' the social worker exclaims, 'are they all yours?"
'Yes’m, they is all mine,' the flustered momma sighs, having heard that question a thousand times before.
Woman: 'Sit down Leroy.' All the children rush to find seats.
Social Worker:'Well, then you must be here to sign up so I'll need all your children's names.'
Woman: 'Well to keep it simple, the boys is all named L-e-r-o-y and the girls is all named L-e-i-g-h-r-o-y.'
In disbelief, the case worker says, 'Are you serious? They're ALL named Leroy?'
Woman: 'Well, yes’m, it makes it easier.
When it's time to get them out of bed and ready for school, I yells, 'Leroy!' Git up an' get ready for school.’ They’s all git up. When it's time for dinner, I just yells 'Leroy! dinner’s ready' An they’s all comes a runnin. An' if I needs to stop the kid who's running into the street, I just yell Leroy, stop!' 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 in particular to come, and not the whole bunch?'
Woman: 'Then I calls them by their last names.'
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