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

       

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.'