Lately, it seems I've been bombarded by endless knock-knock jokes, which would be tolerable if the knock-knock jokes actually made sense. However, it usually goes something like:
Girl: Knock knock.
Me: Who's there?
Girl: Banana?
Me: Banana who?
Girl: BANANA UNDERWEAR! (and dissolving into gales of laughter, while I pretend to be amused)
Or a joke like this...
Girl: How can you tell if Tinkerbell (our bird) has been in your refrigerator?
Me: I don't know. How?
Girl: FOOTPRINTS IN THE BUTTER (and more fits of laughter)!
This is actually my favorite knock-knock joke, and Elise finally figured out how to tell it yesterday, so I heard it about 20 times until I finally had to say enough. And, just so you all can enjoy, I'll share it with you now...
Me: Knock knock
You: Who's there?
Me: Interrupting cow.
You: Interrupting Co--
Me: MOO!
Pictures are of the girls playing dress up the other day.
1 comment:
Oh yes, the wonderful knock-knock jokes. I know we drove my mom crazy with them. My boys aren't bad yet. It must be more of a girl thing.
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