A mother takes her three sons to enroll in school.
The teacher asks.
Teacher: What are your son’s names?
Lady: This boy’s name is Leroy, this other boy’s name is Leroy, and Leroy here is my third son’s name.
Teacher: Isn’t it confusing having all three boys named the same?
Lady: Oh no, you see when it’s time for lunch. I just holler out the door, Leroy! it’s time for lunch, and they all come to a runnin’. When it’s time for dinner. I just holler out the door, Leroy! it’s time for dinner and they all come running.
Teacher: Ok, so what do you do when you want a specific boy?
Lady: Oh, well then I just holler out their last name.
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The teacher asks Little Johnny.
“Johnny,” says the teacher, “what is the first thing your father does in the morning?”
“He takes a sh!t, sir,” says Johnny.
“Oh,” says the teacher, “and what does your father do for a living?”
“He’s a bricklayer,” says Johnny.
The teacher thinks, hmm, working-class, what else can you expect?
“Bobby,” says the teacher, “what is the first thing your father does in the morning?”
“He takes a sh!t, sir,” says Bobby.
“Hmm,” says the teacher, “and what does your father do for a living?”
“He’s a joiner,” says Johnny.
The teacher sees this as confirming his suspicions about the lack of linguistic skills among working-class children.
“Freddy,” he says.
“What does your father do for a living?”
“He’s a lawyer, sir,” says Freddy.
“And what’s the first thing your father does in the morning?”
“He reads The Times, sir,” says Freddy.
“Interesting,” says the teacher, ”and how much time does he spend reading the paper?”
“Not long,” says Freddy, “just until he’s finished taking a sh!t.”
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