On the way home from school yesterday, I was delighted to have a front row…well, actually driver’s….seat to the stand-up act my 5-year old is obviously preparing. It went something like this:
T: Mama, wanna hear a joke?
Me: I’d LOVE to hear it. (from the rearview mirror, I notice she is holding a book of “Monster Jokes”)
T: Why do werewolves howl up at the full moon?
Me: Gee…I don’t know. Why?
T: Because root beer makes them burp. (very proud, yet forced, giggles)
Me: (Silent, blank stare)
T: I don’t really get it.
Me: Whew! Me either.
Then we both roared with laughter!
Turns out, she was reading the joke from one page, and the punch line from the next, as pointed out by G when she climbed in the car. The two pages should have gone something like this:
Why do werewolves howl up at the full moon? Because you can’t howl down at the moon!!
Why do vampires drink blood? Because root beer makes them burp!
I don’t know about y’all, but I liked T’s version better 🙂
Give it to me straight. I can take it :-)