|Feeding the chickens. Or so she tells me.|
So I decided it was time to start grooming her. To tell jokes.
Now, I've never tried teaching a three-year-old how to tell jokes before. Humour has been something that has eluded Abby until fairly recently, and even then she tends to gravitate to the very visual, slap-stick physical humour. Rachael, on the other hand, already enjoys word-play and has a very verbose aspect to her personality. How hard could it be? I thought to myself.
I decided to start with the classic knock-knock joke.
Me: Knock, Knock.
Rachael: deadpan look, no other response forthcoming
Me: Rachael, Mommy says "Knock, knock", then you say...?
Rachael: continues to stare at me
Me: Then Rachael says, "Who's there?" Okay? Let's try again.... Knock, knock!
Rachael: still nothing
Me: "Who's there?"
Rachael: It's Daddy! (giggles)
Okay, so maybe not your traditional knock-knock joke, but she thought it was funny.
I decided to try the infamous Chicken Crossing the Road joke.
Me: Rachael, why did the chicken cross the road?
Rachael: sound of crickets in the background
Me: To get to the other side!
Rachael: Was his family there?
Rachael: Was his family there? And the goat. It should be there too. [Insert three-year-old chatter about a family of chickens that have a pet goat.] And a car.
Me: A car?
Rachael: Yes, a car. They need to drive down the road to get home!
I think I will try getting a book of kids jokes from the library.