Hannah heard a few "Knock Knock" jokes at the babysitter's house and when she got home, she tried to make some of her own over dinner. Most didn't work, or even make sense; however, at a point where she was more or less talking to herself, she actually came up with one that I thought was quite clever. Okay, she wasn't really talking to herself, she was talking to her food - which provided the material for her little witticism.
Knock Knock.
Who's there?
(Answering herself) My applesauce! Oh, come in, Applesauce.
I can't! I don't have any feet.
And then followed a sort of maniacal laughter which is new for her and not nearly as funny as her little joke. It's especially not funny when you hear it 16 times a day... actually, it's a little bit creepy.
A Calloused Foot
13 years ago
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