A woman walks into the Nottingham Benefits office, trailed by 15 kids.
"Wow!," the social worker exclaims, "are they all yours?"
"Yes, they are all mine," the flustered mother sighed, having heard that question a thousand times before.
She says, 'Sit down Leroy.'
All the children rush to find seats.
"Well," says the benefits 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 mum replied, "Well, yes-it makes it easier you see. When it's time to get them out of bed and ready for school, I yell, "Leroy!" And when it's time for dinner, I just yell "Leroy!" and 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!"
