AM: 5 miles.
PM: 8 miles.
My first-grader ripped off a string of jokes tonight during bath. My favorites:
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Little old lady.
Little old lady who?
I didn't know you could yodel!
Where does a butcher go to dance?
To the meat ball.
I have a pretty limited range of jokes on tap. At least now I can exchange humor with six year olds as well as the absolute dregs of humanity.
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