My son brought home a friend from school today and they are keeping me entertained. They're dividing their time together between concocting and participating in an elaborate contest to find out who has the best job to working on their stand up routine. They started telling, "jokes" in the car on the way home (you and I would probably call them statements but to the kids, they are jokes). Here's an example:
Friend: Oh no! You've got a snake in your sleeve!
That's the extent of it. They laughed and laughed and had the following conversation after that:
Me: Was that a joke?
Friend: Yeah. That's what we do. We tell jokes. T, why are our jokes always about animals?
Son: I don't know. We need to work on that.
Friend: Yeah. We need some new jokes.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I think I may be witnessing the formation of the next Laurel and Hardy (I realized, as I was typing this, that I really don't know who Laurel and Hardy are—pretty sure they are a historically relevant comedy duo but not certain). After much deliberation, I have decided to still include this reference, despite my unwillingness to find out if it's accurate. What can I say? I'm a professional.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, my son won the contest. His job? Axing and digging. He rocks at axing and digging. The prize? A truckload of money. Yep, I'm instilling solid values at an early age.