I don’t have many regrets in my life. Actually, I think I only have one: Telling my kids a knock, knock joke.
A few months ago, I told my kids two knock, knock jokes. The two most common ones.
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Boo. Boo Who? Sorry to make you cry!
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Banana. Banana Who?….Orange. Orange Who? Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?
Since this fateful day, my door has been knocked on at least twelve hundred times a day and who is there never. makes. sense. There is no play on words. It’s just.. painful after a while. haha!
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Grass. Grass who? The cows and chickens are very hungry!
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Sandwich. Sandwich who? You’re a sandwich!
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Paint. Paint who? The paint that comes from a tree!
One day, not long ago, I decided nobody was home after I allotted myself 5 knock, knocks from each kid.
Knock, knock. Nobody’s home.
It is a trend some of the kids have picked up on when they are sick of asking Who’s there? every eight seconds. Usually, whomever it is that’s knocking will continue go around knocking until someone answers.
At lunch, Phillip reached his Mom quota, so moved on to Faith. Nobody was home. Felicity. Nobody was home. George. Nobody was home. Not even Karolina was home! So he said, “Okay, Me! Knock, knock. Who’s there? I am and nobody else is!” I couldn’t help but laugh at his little self. Well, not at him, but with him.
Who thinks to ask themselves a knock, knock joke?! :)