A  WOMAN WALKS INTO THE DOWNTOWN WELFARE OFFICE, TRAILED BY 15 KIDS.  'WOW,' THE SOCIAL WORKER EXCLAIMS, 'ARE THEY ALL YOURS?'  

 
'YEP,  THEY'RE ALL MINE,' THE FLUSTERED MOMMA 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.'

''WELL,  TO KEEP IT SIMPLE, THE BOYS ARE ALL NAMED TERRY AND THE GIRLS ARE  ALL NAMED TERRI."

IN  DISBELIEF, THE CASE WORKER SAYS, 'ARE YOU SERIOUS? THEY'RE ALL  NAMED TERRY?'

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, TERRY! AN' WHEN  IT'S TIME FOR DINNER, I JUST YELL TERRY! AND THEY ALL COME A  RUNNING. 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 EVER HAD, NAMING 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?'

'THEN  I CALL THEM BY THEIR LAST NAMES.'  

 

Reminds me of a woman of which I worked.  Five kids, 5 different dads, 5 different 17% child support checks.  Two of the dads I knew and worked with at the same place.

YIKES!