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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!' An' when it's time
for dinner, I just yell 'Terry!' an' they all come runnin.' An' 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, 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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