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!”<>
