I discovered this summer that my 5-year-old brother Charlie has mastered the Delicate and Moste Anciente Arte of the knock-knock joke. For your pleasure:
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Moose.
Moose who?
You have a moose in your butt.
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Snake.
Snake who?
An anaconda is going to bite your face.
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Sandwich.
Sandwich who?
You eat a poop sandwich.
No need to thank me...just pay it forward.
My brain thoughts all up in your face eyes.
1 comment:
Child: Knock Knock
Me: Who's there?
Child: Aren't you glad I didn't say banana?
Me: Ummm....I think that part's supposed to come later.
Child: Oh yeah. Knock knock.
Me: Who's there?
Child: Banana.
Me: Banana who?
Child: Knock Knock
Me: Who's there?
Child: Banana.
Me: Really? Banana still?
Child: Yeah.
Me: OK. Banana who?
Child: Aren't you glad I didn't say banana?
Me: Ummm. You did say banana.
Child: Daddy! c'mon!
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