Yesterday I shared a couple of conversations I had with my kids recently. Since this is all about me, I'm going to share a couple more.
The kids love jokes, particularly knock-knock jokes, only two year old Michelle doesn't quite understand the need for a punch line.
James: Knock, knock.
Daddy: Who's there?
James: Banana.
Daddy: Banana who?
James: Banana.
Daddy: Banana who?
James: Banana.
Daddy: Banana who?
James: Banana.
Daddy: Banana who?
James: Orange.
Daddy: Orange who?
James; Oranga ya glad I didn't say banana?
Daddy: (Courtesy chuckle)
Michelle: My turn!
Daddy: Okay, your turn.
Michelle: Knock, knock.
Daddy: Who's there?
Michelle: Banana poo head!
Daddy, James and Michelle: (Sincere hysterical laughter)
Nothing beats sincere hysterical laughter, but I'm sharing another. This brief convo between James and I is pretty typical. We can't walk to my brother's house without it being a race. It's constant competition.
James: We're on Magic Tree House book #13, but Jack's only on #5.
Daddy: It's not a race.
James: It's not a race, but I'm winning.
Daddy: But it's not a race.
James: I know, but I'm winning.
It's not a race, but I'm winning. Ain't that the truth.
