This morning, Kate kept running into the kitchen while I was doing dishes, banging on my leg and yelling, "knock knock", then running away. After a few minutes of observation, Ben turned to me and said...
Ben: "Mommy, Kate is too old (and by too old he meant too young) for knock knock jokes.”
Me: “Why?”
Ben: “She doesn't know what she's talking about.”
Anyone who has been subjected to one of Ben's knock knock jokes over the last few months might find this a little funny.
