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An Irish woman walks into the downtown Dublin welfare office, trailed by 15 kids.
"WOW," the social worker exclaims, "are they all yours?"
"Saints be praised, yes, they are all mine," the flustered momma sighs, having heard that question a thousand times before.
She says, "Sit down Paddy." 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 Paddy and the girls are all named Patty."
In disbelief, the case worker says, "You are serious, they are all named the same!"
Their momma replied, "Well, it makes it a lot easier. When it's time to get them out of bed and ready for school, I yell, 'Paddy, and when it's time for dinner, I just yell 'Paddy!' and they all come a runnin like little wharf rats. And if I need to stop the wee one who's running into the street, I just yell 'Paddy' and all of them stop. It's the smartest idea I ever had, naming them all Paddy."
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."
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