Wait until I tell her about the Punk Rocker stapled to the chicken
Abby: “Mama, why did the chicken cross the road?”
Me: “Uh oh, we’re starting jokes. . . 3 year old jokes which usually lack a punchline” I think
“I don’t know Abby, why did the chicken cross the road?”
Abby: “Because it wanted, um, see, it was going, um. . . you know. . .uhhhhhhh (giggles and teeters and covers her mouth with her hands). Well, you see, it wanted to get to the other side!” (falls apart into oceans of laughter)
Me: “OOOOOOHHHHHH, that’s funny.”
Abby: “Hey Mama?”
Me: “Yup?”
Abby: “Um, why did the squirrel cross the road?”
Me: “Tell me.”
Abby: “To get to the other side!” (Squeals of laughter).
Abby: “Mama, why did the deer cross the road?”
Me: “To get to the other side?”
Abby: In all earnestness and wonder, “How did you know that?”
Me: “I’m just magic like that.”
Ha! I know exactly the stage you’re in. With Michaela it was knock knock jokes. I’ve heard that the orange and banana were alternately ‘there’ for the last three years. And it’s still hilarious to her, and, necessarily of course, me.
This stage lasts a loooong time. Kylie (at almost 6 years old) *still* makes up jokes that are funny only to her. She wants them to be funny to the rest of us but they’re just not. Silly, yes. Funny, not so much. We have also heard the “orange and banana” knock knock joke about a million times. I guess if you’re little, that one just doesn’t get old.
Here’s one of Kylie’s favorite jokes:
Why does the seagull fly over the sea?
Because if it flew over the bay, it would be called a baygull! (get it? Baygull – bagel? bwahahaha!)
I giggled! You can tell Abby that!
But I also thought to myself “This is one of the reasons to why I’m not becoming a mother… I have no patience for things being said more than twice…”