Daily Adventures

You can, as a family, tell Knock-Knock jokes for half an hour straight and laugh your ass off.

I think my favorite one that Jet came up with out of the mass was:

Knock Knock!
Who's There?
One.
One Who?
Three!

Aaaaaaahahahahahahahaha...

Ahem.

On NPR there was a blurb about a robber who couldn't spell and he'd left a note at a crime scene signed (and transcribed from what was said on the radio) "Your friendy rooftop boogler."

John and I laughed ourselves sick, and then Jet started chanting, from the back of the van, "Say boogler! Say boogler! Say boogler!"

Now, when John and I want to get the other to giggle, we now say, "Say boogler!"

It works, every time.

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Jet told John about a kid at school. Jet didn't know the kid, but the kid said, "Hey, Jet!" to Jet. So Jet was saying, "And I didn't knowed him at all, but he knowed me."

John, trying to teach Jet the vagueries of English said, "Sorry, Jet, the word 'know' is weird, it's not 'knowed' it's 'knew'."

Jet, impatient with Dad said, "Uh uh! It wasn't new, I NEVER knowed that kid."

John, faced with having to do a weird explanatory dance between 'no'/'know' 'new'/'knew' and the vagueries of English tense took the wise route and said, "Oh. Okay, Jet."

Smart man.

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I'm in denial, really. Just cruising along on the waves of work that are sloshing over me, and the tiny bits of real life right next to me, rather than dealing with the mortality of those I'd known. I'll likely make an effort to make myself take the time and effort to have small ceremony, burn spirit money for those passed on to acknowledge what's happened, and think about them.

My body knows, though. I had the roughest massage session I've had in a very long time last night. So we scheduled an extra one for next week, so I'll have three weeks in a row of actually concentrating on some really bad spots. I'm lucky to have a great massage therapist who also isn't overbooked. I've also worn my light pressure/warmth gloves for typing today. I hope it helps.

Got an award today, plaque and stocks gifted for something that I'm actually not sure I did. It's odd to have that acknowledged when the other stuff that I DO do isn't acknowledged as concretely.

John had made a roast chicken for dinner.  I carved.

When Jet saw us eating chicken pieces, including the wings that I'd carefully cut with a bit of breast meat, he stated.  "You're eating chicken wings."

John added, "... and various other chicken parts."

Jet nodded seriously, "Yeah, like chicken pox."

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Jet's joke of the day:  "The crab got an onion and took it home.  The onion turned green."

He later explained, "The onion growed and got big and when onions grow they're green!"

We were driving through Denver on our way home after seeing the Botanical Garden's Holiday Lights Display.

John sees a Church's Chicken, "Look! It's a Church's Chicken."

"MMmmm... good fried chicken," says I.

"Church's chicken?" asks Jet, and contemplates. "Hm... chicken church. It's like a hamburger church!!"

On Friday, Jet was talking away merrily during lunch and suddenly, he clutched his forehead hard, closed his eyes, and SNEEZED.

We giggled a lot with him about holding his forehead instead of his mouth or nose before sneezing.

Then, on Saturday, at the Rec Center, while John and he were paddling around the Lazy River, Jet suddenly grabbed John's nose just before Jet sneezed. John laughed so hard he nearly breathed water, and Jet was mighty pleased with himself.

We were in the car, going from dinner to get groceries. I spoke about getting ice cream DrumSticks and Jet concurred, saying that since we were through with all the mochi ball ice creams it was right to replace them with another kind of ice cream.

John was mocking me gently, "Yeah... drumsticks are just like mochi balls... like, how?"

And Jet piped up, "Just like... uhm... swimming in a... in a... a... uhm... swimming in ah elephant! Yeah! Drumsticks are like mochi balls the ways they're like swimmin' in ah elephant."

We fell over laughing and Jet had the smug grin of a toddler who has told a good joke.

Knock knock!
Who's there?
Cow
Cow who?
Dog!
[I like "No! Cows moo!" better, but it was Jet's joke]

Jet bought a book of knock knock jokes and he had me read him a bunch last night. It took a dozen or two for him to get the format, and it was an easy way to figure out what words were unfamiliar to him, as he'd stumble able on the pronounciation. But he loved 'em.

Thing is that I don't think he's getting the puns. He just thinks the last lines are absurd, so he just laughs at the absurity and like making his own absurd ones.

Knock knock!
Who's there?
Ice water!
Ice water who?
Ice water fly with a fly swatter!
You mean you drowned the fly in ice water and the smashed it with the swatter???!!