We’re reading Easter cards sent by various parental units.
“If I got an Easter Egg for every time I thought about you …” Kitten reads (with a bit of prompting), “… my basket would EGGS-PLODE!”
She looks at me. “Get it, Daddy? Eggs-plode! Explode!”
She got a pun. She got a pun.
Seriously jazzed.
Talk about dumb jokes…
Ray and I are walking in the park next to a little lake thingy. “Hey, look! A goose! A duck! Another duck! It’s a duck duck goose!”
I see the light go on. The rest of the way around the lake she keeps saying, “Duck duck goose. Duck duck goose!” and laughing to herself.
If only it would always be that easy…