L tells jokes that I don’t get. I must have a terrible sense of humor, because I just know that L is gifted…
L in the car today:
“I know a funny joke. It’s bilarious [sic]. There once was a yellow tree in my woods. And a house. Which was yellow. And some red leaves. Is it funny yet?”
Me: “Not yet.”
“OK, and there was a chicken on the road that was crossing the street. I don’t know why it was crossing. Nobody knows why. It’s funny because of the yellow tree, Mommy.”
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