Mexican mamacita
A woman walks into the downtown welfare office, trailed by 15 kids.
"WOW," the social worker exclaims, "are they ALL YOURS???"
"Si, they are all mine," the flustered mamasita
sighs, having heard that question a thousand times before.
She says, "Sit down Juan."
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 Juan."
"OK, and who's next?"
"Well, this one he is Juan, also."
The social worker raises an eyebrow but continues.
One by one, through the oldest four, all boys, all
named Juan.
Then she is introduced to the eldest girl, named Juanita!
"All right," says the caseworker. "I'm seeing a
pattern here. Are they ALL named Juan?"
The Mamasita replied, "Si it makes it easier. When
it is time to get them out of bed and ready for school, I yell, 'Juan!
'An' when it's time
for dinner, I just yell 'Juan!' an' they all come
running. 'An' if I need to stop the kid who's running into the street,
I just yell 'Juan' and all of them stop. It's the smartest idea I ever
had, naming them all Juan."
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 last names."
A woman walks into the downtown welfare office, trailed by 15 kids.
"WOW," the social worker exclaims, "are they ALL YOURS???"
"Si, they are all mine," the flustered mamasita
sighs, having heard that question a thousand times before.
She says, "Sit down Juan."
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 Juan."
"OK, and who's next?"
"Well, this one he is Juan, also."
The social worker raises an eyebrow but continues.
One by one, through the oldest four, all boys, all
named Juan.
Then she is introduced to the eldest girl, named Juanita!
"All right," says the caseworker. "I'm seeing a
pattern here. Are they ALL named Juan?"
The Mamasita replied, "Si it makes it easier. When
it is time to get them out of bed and ready for school, I yell, 'Juan!
'An' when it's time
for dinner, I just yell 'Juan!' an' they all come
running. 'An' if I need to stop the kid who's running into the street,
I just yell 'Juan' and all of them stop. It's the smartest idea I ever
had, naming them all Juan."
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 last names."
