Last October, Rachel discovered jokes…sort of. I have a few scribbled down in my notebook, From October 23. Feel free to laugh….or not.

“Why does a funny joke stand on a stick? Because it’s a white car.”

“Why did the doggie step on a can? Because it’s all mushy.”

“Why did the bubby cross the road?” “Mommy knows.”

Hmmmm. She might take after her mom, only funny when not trying too hard.

And of course, the poopie jokes started, too. Those were simple. Only one word needed. “Poop.” A word powerful enough to put a room full of three year old in hysterics and place grim looks of disapproval on their parents faces.

After she temporarily accepted the fact that the word poop was really only appropriate in the bathroom, she moved to the word “cocoa.” At some point we must have laughed when she said it in a converstion, and thus, in her mind, it was a great joke.

The great thing is, when she had a friend over a couple of months younger than her, Rachel said “cocoa” in an animated voice and her friend started laughing hysterically. Then this friend started rattling off words, expecting reciprocal laughter, “hamburger,” french fries”….(laughing after each word).

Rachel walked over to me and whispered, “But Mom, that’s not funny.”