Last night I was a little harried, trying to get some things done, when Small One decided she needed to go to the bathroom. I let her go ahead by herself, asking her to call me in when she was finished and needed help. A few minutes later, she yelled, "I'm FINISHED!"
I ran in to help, and she said, "Ha ha, I was only joking, Mommy!"
I said, "Not such a funny joke, dear!"
She said, "Well, then, you tell ME a funny joke!"
Now, I don't tell jokes. I don't really have a joke repertoire, I'm more of an anecdote girl, really, and I wasn't sure Small would appreciate one of my amusing stories. I decided to go with a knock knock joke.
At this, Small One cracked up. "NO!" she laughed, "You're Mommy!!!"
"No," I said, "You're supposed to say "Olive who?"
Blank stare from Small. I tried to explain. "Olive you? Ahh-luve you? I love you! Get it?"
She forced a giggle. "Knock knock!"
I did not know what that word was supposed to be, so I looked at her questioningly. "Kwado?"
She was exasperated. "No, Mommy, you say 'Kwado who?'!"
"Oh, ok... Kwado who?"
"Kwado I love you!!!!!" (laughs uproariously)
Yeah, I don't think she got my joke OR the concept of knock knock jokes. When I related the story to Oldest, he said "Knock knock joke FAIL."
Sometimes it's fun to have a preschooler and teens.