Knock me out, until this phase is over.
Maddie is big into knock-knock jokes, lately. She learned her first one from the Doodlebops. I hate that show, and so does everyone I know. Even Maddie. But, for some reason, the joke stuck.
Cargo vroom vroom
Now, she makes up her own knock knocks. And they aren't really funny. That's if they even make any sense. There is one about my hair. Hair who? Hair grows out of your head and looks crazy. And the cup. Cup who? Cuppity-doop-dee-da And the dog. Dog who? Dog is not a cat or a cow or a human.
And, when she tells what is intended to be the punchline, she laughs hysterically. Holding her stomach, rolling on the floor laughing. No matter what the joke is, or if it is really funny at all, she expects everyone to laugh with her. And we usually do laugh at, I mean, with her.
I wanted to teach her that most jokes make sense and are funny. I told her some of the old jokes that I knew when I was little. Didn't work. I think they were a little over her head. So, I tried a different approach.
Mommy who? (already giggling)
Mommy needs a nap.
She looked at me, with the most serious look on her face "Mommy, that's not funny."
I didn't have the heart to tell her that her's aren't funny either. I just keep laughing like a hyena.
Cause that's what moms do.