Sunday, February 22, 2009
Monday (A)Musings The Now I Know Why My Children Tell Me I'm No Fun Edition
This morning I was greeted with a plethora of "Why did the ________ cross the road?" jokes. I use the term "jokes" loosely. My children ages seven, five and four are still learning the art of joke creating and telling for that matter. I also use the term "art" loosely for those of you who were wondering.
At first, I endured various versions of "Why did the chicken cross the road?" The answers ranged from the classic "to get to the other side" to the ridiculous, "to go to the grocery store to buy toilet paper" to the sublime, "Because God said so."
I merrily played along with "Why did the bookcase cross the road?" and "Why did the doorknob cross the road?" until my daughter started in with "Why did my butt cross the road?" series. I cut her off at the pass, so to speak, and didn't even let her finish.
After hearing so much, a-hem, creativity up until that point, I'm just not sure the butt series would have been all it was cracked up to be.
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