We’re at a phase around my house I have been dreading pretty much since I found out I was pregnant for the first time.
The knock-knock joke phase.
Worst,
(but, okay, it’s pretty hilarious) is that she knows one joke. One of
them. Orange, orange who, orange you going to ask me another question?
This happens a lot too:
Her: Knock knock!
Me: (sigh) Who's there?
Her: (looks around the room until her eyes light on a joke-able object) Ceiling!
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