A woman walks into the Liverpool
benefits office, trailed by 15 kids...
'WOW,' the social
worker exclaims, 'Are they ALL yours ?
Yeah they are all mine,' the flustered mother sighs, having
heard
that question a thousand times before. She says, 'Sit down
Terry.' 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.'
This one's my oldest
- he is Terry.' 'OK, and who's next?'
'Well, this one he is
Terry, also.'
The social worker
raises an eyebrow but continues. One by one, through the oldest four, all boys, all named Terry. Then she is
introduced to the eldest girl, named Terri.
'All right,' says the caseworker. 'I'm seeing a pattern here.
Are they ALL named Terri?'
Their Mother replied,
'Well, yes - it makes it easier. When it is time
to get them out of
bed and ready for school, I yell, 'Terry!' And
when it's time for
dinner, I just yell 'Terry!' and they all come .. runnin.'
And if I need to stop the kid who's running into the street,
I just yell 'Terry'
and all of them stop. It's the smartest idea I 've
had, namin' them all Terry.'
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?
'I call them by their surnames!'
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