> A woman walks into the City Centrelink 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!'
Bunkerbob said
12:38 AM Jan 16, 2014
Good yarn, well told.
George Foreman has/had a heap of kids, don't quite know how many, all the boys he called George and the only girl is Georgina. His theory?
The number of times he has been hit in the head he was going to lose his memory.
At that stage at least he would remember his own name and therefore those of his kids. True story.
> A woman walks into the City Centrelink 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!'
George Foreman has/had a heap of kids, don't quite know how many, all the boys he called George and the only girl is Georgina. His theory?
The number of times he has been hit in the head he was going to lose his memory.
At that stage at least he would remember his own name and therefore those of his kids. True story.