humor (or “things that are not actually humorous”)

Alice surprised me Wednesday morning by starting a knock knock joke. Being the veritable font of humor that I am, I know exactly one of such jokes. You probably know which one it is without being told, so I won’t bother repeating.

I was confident that Alice would come up with something far more hilarious by accident than I could ever concoct on purpose, so I told her it was her turn.

Alice: Knock knock.

The Mama: Who’s there?

Alice: Orange I hope you don’t say banana orange again! uncontrollable giggling

I think, despite Alice’s clear belief to the contrary, that I was wrong on this one. Sorry, Kiddo. I love you, but that just wasn’t funny.

 

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15 thoughts on “humor (or “things that are not actually humorous”)

    • Okay, it was funny, I confess. But it was not a real joke. It was a mess. She did ask me, “what are you writing down?” as soon as I darted off for my trusty notebook… I think she is on to me.

  1. I love it. That’s one of Lidia’s favorite jokes to tell, except she’s on the other end of the spectrum. She repeats “Knock Knock” [Me: who’s there] “Banana” [Me: banana who?] “Knock Knock…” over and over and over again. After about a dozen times of me saying “Banana who?” she’ll finally say “orange” [me: orange who] “Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?!” …and then I do everything in my power not to scream YES!!!

  2. Once upon a time there was joke land. Only those under the age of six were admitted . In this land ALL jokes made by the children inhabitants were hilarious . Those above the age of 15 were not admitted so, they never understood the secret language of the joke land inhabitants.
    And that’s the truth.

    • And why are they so funny? Especially the ones that really aren’t funny. They somehow manage to be the funniest.

      I’m off to check out your post now. Cheers!

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