The Foorce

I’m going to try “Why did the chicken cross the road?” on them next.

Nope, that’s not some clever trick title. It’s the beginning of a variety of jokes told around the house, ever since nobody got my “Why was 6 afraid of 7” joke. Here’s the dinner conversation this evening:

Brigid (my sister): Hey Adam, why was B afraid of C?

Adam: I can’t do a joke right now.

Brigid: Oh, well….

Adam (finishes chewing): Okay, I’m ready now. Why was B afraid of D?

Brigid: Why?

Adam: No, you say “don’t know.”

Me: Don’t know.

Adam: Not you, I’m telling a joke to Brigid.

Me: O-kaaaayy.

Brigid: Don’t know.

Adam: Because D had spiders all over it! Haaaaaaaa!

James and Margaret guffaw loudly as if this is the funniest thing they’ve ever heard.

James: I got one. Why was P afraid of R?

Brigid: Um, why?

James: Because R ate a bad hot dog and threw up all over him. (kids all screech hysterically)

Me: Guys, you seriously need to calm down before your father gets home… or at least… (I trail off because nobody is listening to me)

Ryan walks in.

Me: Oh good.

Adam: Dad, why was A afraid of D? (kids are all overlapping various ridiculous jokes at each other)

Ryan (surveys chaos as he sits down to dinner): Hey, Adam. Knock knock.

Adam: Who’s there?

Ryan: Can you bring me the green top hot sauce in the fridge?

Adam: Haaaaaa! (without missing a beat) Nope, can’t do it.

James (from kitchen): Haaaaaaa!

Seriously, it’s a laugh a minute over here.