My youngest entertained us tonight. I love this age. The funniest part of the routine is the way he breaks into peals of uncontrollable laughter before delivering the punch line. There is nothing better than listening to the laughter of a very amused little child. We usually have to ask him to repeat it two or three times before we can hear the punch line through his laughter.
Some of tonight's jewels:
Why did Luke Skywalker scream? He didn't want pie. (He's 8. He was warming up. And he wrote this one himself.)
Knock knock. Who's there? Pile up. Pile up who? No you're not. Don't be so hard on yourself, buddy. (If you don't get it, say it out loud. This one actually made me laugh.)
What does Mr. Lightning wear under his clothes? Thunderpants.
Why did Tigger put his head in the toilet? He was looking for Pooh.
Who is Peter Pan's worst smelling friend? Stinkerbell. (He finds this one especially funny because it was our daughter's nickname when she was a little one. I'm not kidding.)
What nationality are you when you go to the bathroom? European.
And, his favorite joke of the night:
A woman walks into a pet store and says, "Can I get a puppy for my daughter?" "Sorry, lady, we don't do trades."
