Posts Tagged ‘jokes’

I had forgotten how funny it is to watch little kids try to tell jokes. They know jokes are supposed to make people laugh. So they say some random sentence then start cracking up.

I think the first time I noticed this was when I was first married and my ex-husband’s niece, who was about six years old at the time, tried to tell us jokes. She would say something like “Do you know why we don’t see the sun during the night time?” Pause. “Because he’s tired and has to go to sleep.”  Then she would cackle away, thinking it was funny.

Well, Anderson is at the same stage these days. He’s 5 1/2. I have an Amazon Echo that will, when asked to, tell jokes. (The Echo does a lot more but this is about jokes so that’s all I’m telling you right now.) So Anderson comes over and asks me to ask Alexa (that’s the name the Echo responds to) to tell a joke. So I do and when she tells the joke, Anderson cracks up.  He can’t tell you why it’s funny or what it means but he knows it’s a joke so he’s supposed to laugh.  Last night I tried to explain to him why certain jokes were funny (to most people) and I tried to teach him some knock knock jokes because i think those are the easiest for kids to learn to tell. I don’t think he caught on. He laughed but that doesn’t mean he understood it or learned it.  I think I have my work cut out for me.


Knock knock.

Who’s there?


Figs who?

Figs the doorbell. It’s broken.


Why do witches wear name tags?

To know which witch is which.


What do you call two witches living together?



“Excuse me waiter. This coffee tastes like mud.”

“Yes sir, it’s fresh ground.”

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Yup, it’s hot out.  Hot.  HOT.  H.O.T.

In March, we went to IKEA and they had a special on their chocolate bars so I bought three of them.  I opened one in the car and between Tina, the two boys, and myself, we ate one. The others Tina put in the glove box so the kids wouldn’t see them and ask for more.  They were forgotten there.  Yesterday, I opened the glove box to grab the scissors I keep in there. Melted chocolate.  All over.

I was going to write a post about things that happen when it’s so hot outside but it’s too hot to think.  Instead how about this?

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