Knock Knock Part II

Driving home last night.....

Knock knock

Who's there?

Tank

Tank who?

You're Welcome!

Ha, ha, ha.....Kills the Little One every time.

Then there's.....

Knock knock

Who's there?

Dishwasher

Dishwasher who?

Dishwasher the way I talked before I put my teeth in

"Umm....Daddy? I don't think I understand that one. Don't tell me that one again, ok?"

Knock, Knock!

The Little One is wicked into knock knock jokes. We have to do a few every day. I can even use it to get her to behave ("if you don't start listening, no knock knock jokes on the drive home"). It totally works. Assuming she was good, we'll play every evening on the 20-40 minute drive home from daycare. The problem is, I've exhausted the only two I know that make any sense. Hint: They end, "who, who?....what are you an owl?" AND "Orange who? aren't you glad I didn't say banana?" So I will repeat them or make up new ones that totally suck. Not today! I'm armed! I friggin' googled knock knock jokes! Pathetic, I know. Check it out.....

knock, knock
who's there?
figs
figs who
figs the doorbell, its broken

See?

What? you like?
Can't get enough?
Ok, there's plenty more......http://www.indianchild.com/knock_knock_jokes1.html

I'll be her hero. Now I need to google sports or porn or something so any company spies on my PC don't think I'm a weirdo.