Knock, Knock

On Thursday, I had to meet Nana at a local diner halfway between my work and her house for a kid exchange.  After picking up the kids, I was headed home and they were talking to each other in the back seat.  They started telling each other knock, knock jokes.  Now, my kids are just getting into the joke thing and they don’t totally understand the punch line part.

Mo:  Knock, Knock

Bo:  Who’s there?

Mo:  Hair

Bo:  Hair, who?

Mo:  Hair on your butt.

(Hysterical laughing)

Makes a mom proud.  I just hope they don’t take this show on the road.

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Julia wants to live in a world where Hogwarts is real, dark chocolate is packaged with good books, and houses clean themselves. Until then, she is the divorced mom of twins, blogger, sometimes crafter, traveler, napper, cooker, snail mailer, geocacher, and corporate bean counter.