What is a tree without any oats?
The answer, according to the remarkably talented 7 year old commedian from the back of the van: a marshmellow... and the van erupts in ear curdling, pee your pants laughter. Hmmmm....
When did I become so out of touch that this is simply not funny? You know, I always aim to be the "hip" mom so, despite my reservations about the ability of these jokes to make it in a 'reality TV' setting, I want to be 'in touch' with my kids. So, I give it a try.
The next joke is delivered and I am at the quick. It is something about a tree lacking oats. Ooohhh! ohhh! I scream: I know this one. "It is a marshmellow," I yell. Then I sit back and wait for the howls of laughter. None follow. Confused, I listen to the first 7 year old whisper to the second 7 year old... a marshmellow. And the van erupts with giggles and snickers again.
And, it appears, they are passing the torch across oceans to be continued in multiple languages...poor Germans did not even see it coming.
It must be the delivery I convince myself. Something to be watched and learned. Who am I kidding? Until I can remember how to burp on command, I am just an outsider looking in... Somehow I think that is a good thing.
Coming to a comedy show near you - don't feel free to participate in the show. Just sit back and watch ... 7 year old burping, farting and dumb (REALLY dumb) jokes. Postcards, baby, this one is coming to your hometown soon! Yours, fortunately or not, have the genetics to guarantee it. :-)
When did I become so out of touch that this is simply not funny? You know, I always aim to be the "hip" mom so, despite my reservations about the ability of these jokes to make it in a 'reality TV' setting, I want to be 'in touch' with my kids. So, I give it a try.
The next joke is delivered and I am at the quick. It is something about a tree lacking oats. Ooohhh! ohhh! I scream: I know this one. "It is a marshmellow," I yell. Then I sit back and wait for the howls of laughter. None follow. Confused, I listen to the first 7 year old whisper to the second 7 year old... a marshmellow. And the van erupts with giggles and snickers again.
And, it appears, they are passing the torch across oceans to be continued in multiple languages...poor Germans did not even see it coming.
It must be the delivery I convince myself. Something to be watched and learned. Who am I kidding? Until I can remember how to burp on command, I am just an outsider looking in... Somehow I think that is a good thing.
Coming to a comedy show near you - don't feel free to participate in the show. Just sit back and watch ... 7 year old burping, farting and dumb (REALLY dumb) jokes. Postcards, baby, this one is coming to your hometown soon! Yours, fortunately or not, have the genetics to guarantee it. :-)
posted by y-vonne at 4:40 AM
2 Comments:
I don't know what was funnier, listening to the kids laugh or the look of dejection on your face.
I was laughing, but I will not admit at what.
I so remember Ugergeek's jokes. He also found the very same type of joke very funny back when.....
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