A woman had 8
children, all of them boys. So, one day a magazine sent a journalist to her
house for an interview.
He asked her about the boys and what their names
were; she sid 'Kevin'. 'Right', he said, 'what about that blond one over there?'
'Kevin', she said. 'Oh, and the tall one with the freckles?' 'Kevin', she said.
'Well, and the little chubby one with the baseball cap?' 'Kevin', she
said. 'Are all your boys called Kevin?' he asked, 'isn't that terribly
complicated?'
'Not at all', she said, 'it makes everything very easy,
actually. When I shout: Kevin, tea is ready!, they all come. When I say: Kevin,
it's time for bed!, they all go to bed.'
'I see. But what if you want
only one of them?' 'No problem.' she answers. 'Then I call them by their
surnames.'