On the way to school today the Bombshell was regaling us
with typical six year old humour. She was making stuff up as she went along and
it was reminiscent of what you might call a ‘Dad joke’.
At least it was less embarrassing than her last joke attempt.
At least it was less embarrassing than her last joke attempt.
‘Mum,’ she started. ‘Why did the crocodile paint his
toenails purple?’
I racked my brain because even though it sounded vaguely
familiar, I couldn’t remember the punch line. I guess that would have spoiled it
anyway.
‘I don’t know, why did the crocodile paint his toenails
purple?’
‘Because he wanted to hide in the raspberry bush.’
Before I could point out that raspberries were red she had
launched into her next joke.
‘Why did the elephant paint his toenails red?’
I was ready this time.
‘Because he wanted to hide in the strawberry patch?’ I
answered glibly.
‘No, because he wanted to climb the apple tree without the
policeman seeing him.’
She cackled uproariously which set the other two off, and I
had to join in.
Whether or not it made any sense, the image of an elephant with
red toenails hiding up a tree from the law was good enough for me, and at least she wasn't joking about the baby being dead.
Happy Fathers’ Day guys.
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