A woman entered the social security office with 15 children.
and oh! The employee cries. Is it all yours?
“Yes, they’re all mine,” excites an excited mom who hears this question for the hundredth time. She says:
Sit down Vasa.
The children take place.
“So,” said the woman, “I need to register you. Please name the children.
“It’s easy here,” Mother answers. The boys are named Vasily and the girls are Vasilis.
Not believing her ears, the employee asks:
Are you serious? Are they all WAS?
Yes, and it makes my life much easier. In the morning I scream to them, “Vasya!” and they wake up. When lunch time comes, I also scream, “Vasa!” and they all come. When I make a comment, they all stop joking. I think this is a great idea!
The social worker did not share my mother’s enthusiasm, but only shrugged her forehead and asked:
What if you need to call only one child, not all at once?
Well, then I call them by name.