Monkey is just starting to understand jokes so I thought for today’s Blogtober post I would get her to tell me some of her favourites. You should never plan anything that relies on a three year old though. The conversation went something like this;
Me: Do you know any jokes?
Monkey: Yeah, I know lots.
Me: Tell me one then.
Monkey: Maybe if someone is feeling sad you could tell them one and maybe it will make them smile. You don’t have to tell them one though but it might be nice because we don’t want our friends to be sad.
Me: So what joke would you tell them?
Monkey: A funny one and it would make them laugh and then they wouldn’t be sad anymore.
Me: So which jokes make you laugh?
Monkey: I don’t know.
At this point I decided to give up. I’m guessing that soon I will be sick of listening to terrible jokes. She’s got her Grandad to learn from who is king of the crap dad joke. They really are so bad they’re good. At least the first 752 times, they get a bit old after that. One year I made him blue soup for Christmas dinner as I was so sick of his Oasis soup gag. You know the one, you get a roll with it!
My husband wanted to know why I was asking about jokes. It seems since we had Monkey he has also perfected the dad joke and is giving my dad a run for his money. He told me a few terrible jokes. Here’s the best of a bad bunch.
A man walks into a bar and orders three pints. He drinks them all one after the other then leaves. He does this every night for a while until eventually the barman asks why he orders them all at the same time instead of when he wants them. The man explained that he had an agreement with his two brothers that whenever one of them went to the pub they would have a pint for the other two. Things continued like this for a while until one day the man came in and ordered two pints. When he had spent a few days ordering just two the barman went to speak to him and told him how sorry he was for his loss. “Oh no, nobody’s died,” replied the man “I’ve just stopped drinking”
I’ll get my coat….