A woman walks into the Welfare office, followed by 15 kids. “WOW” the Welfare officer exclaims, “Are they ALL yours?” “Yeah, they’re all mine,” the flustered mother sighs, having heard that question a thousand times before. She says “Sit down Terry.” and all of the children rush to find seats. “Well,” says the Welfare Officer “You must be here to sign up. I’ll need all of your children’s names.” “This one’s my oldest – he is Terry.” “Okay . . . . and who’s next?” “Well, this one . . . . he is also Terry.” The Welfare Officer raises an eyebrow, but continues. One by one, the oldest four, all boys, all named Terry. Then she is introduced to the eldest girl, named Terri. “All right,” says the Welfare Officer, “I’m seeing a pattern here. Are all of the girls called Terri, too?” Their Mother replied, “Well, yes . . . . it makes it easier. When it is time to get them out of bed and ready for school, I shout “Terry!”, and when it’s time for dinner, I just shout “Terry!”, and they all come running. If I need to stop one of them running into the road, I just shout "Terry" and all of them stop. It’s the best idea that I've ever had, naming them all Terry.” The Welfare Officer thinks for a bit, then wrinkles her forehead and says tentatively, “What if you just want one child to come, and not all of them?” “I call them by their surnames.”
Reminds me of a true story. My wife works with a woman who is very 'active' on the dating scene and usually has 3 or 4 blokes on the go at the same time. The wife said to her "I don’t know how you remember the name of whichever one you're seeing, you must have called one of them the wrong name at some point". The colleague replied "That's why I only date blokes called Dave"!