A year or so ago, my girls were mired in knock-knock jokes. Donovan, at age two, latched on to one in particular: Interrupting Cow. Not only did he find it funny, he was exceedingly proud of himself for being able to participate in the joke telling. If you're not familiar, the joke goes like this:
Knock knock!
Who's there?
Interrupting cow
Interrup-
MOOOO!!!
Of course, he was barely two so he was unable to pronounce all of this, but "Iddleduddle tow" was even funnier.
Time passed, knock-knock jokes fell out of favor, new forms of humor ensued. Tonight, we were all in a silly mood, and I asked Donovan to tell me a joke.
D: "So, there's a cow knocking on the door..."
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