> 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!'
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