15 Kids:

> A  woman walks into the downtown 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.' 
> 'Well, to keep it simple, the boys  are all named Leroy and the girls are 
> all named Leighroy.' In disbelief, the case worker says, 'Are you serious? 
> They're ALL named  Leroy?' 
> Their momma replied, 'Well, yes-it makes it  easier. When it's 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?' 
> 
> 'Then I call them by their last names.'