Aubrey came home from school last week with a joke.
Q: "How do you make Lady Gaga cry?"
A: "Poke her face....(Poker Face)."
We all chuckled.
Then this joke really took hold.
Now every child tells it over and over in varying forms...sometimes it is "How do you make Spiderman cry?"...sometimes it is "Poke her belly." Weird. Honestly, it isn't really very funny anymore. Except when our three year old tellsit. Then I laugh.
This is just the way of jokes in our house. They are appreciated, then excessively retold, then abused, then they quietly die...and good riddance by the time we get there.
I love kids and jokes (for real, it is always entertaining). Ah, good times.