My six year old loves telling jokes. She doesn’t really know any jokes, so they’re all pretty much off the cuff. She’s worked out that the formula for a joke is:
Question / followed by Answer that she doesn’t quite understand / followed by laughter.
So, we get sessions like this a lot:
Mummy, do you want to hear a joke?
Why did the egg bite the other egg?
Because it was an egg biter egg.
…of course. Silly me.
There are lots of chicken jokes.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
So he could get eated!
And lots of farting jokes – sometimes with chickens too:
Why did the chicken go up in a tree?
So he could fart on leaves and make them die.
Today, we got cat farting jokes.
Why did the cat jump up on the bed?
So he could fart on you.
Why did the kitten jump up on the bed?
For the same reason the cat jumped up?
No. So he could fart on you. TWO times.
Great. Saturday Night Live? Maybe next year!