My two little boys love to tell jokes. Most of them go something like this:
"Hey Mom! Why did the chicken cross the road?"
"I don't know, why?"
"Because he's a party coconut-head!"
Knee-slapping, belly laughter ensues and then my two-year old repeats the same joke verbatim.
I crack up right along with them, and when I'm feeling especially charitable I will throw in a knee slap of my own.
Yesterday however, my son told me a joke that was actually funny!
He asked, "How do you wake up Lady Gaga?"
"POKER FACE!"
I have to admit, he got me that time. I genuinely laughed and listened as he told me another:
"What do you call a teacher who doesn't fart in public?"
"A private tutor!"
I was in hysterics! Who knew my 5-year old had such a sense of humor? More to the point, where was he getting this stuff?
It was my little guy's turn to tell his jokes, so we all quieted down, turned toward him and waited for the parroting to begin.
He asked, "How do you wake up Lady Gaga?"
"POKER TOOTER!"
Yep, I'm pretty sure that'd do it.
1 comments:
It would certainly wake ME up!
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