I often ask Brayden to tell me a joke.  He never says, ummm, ummm. . . let me think of one.  Or no, I don’t want to tell a joke.  He immediately either says knock, knock or what did the something say to the something, and inserts two very random things.  And then proceeds to tell a very silly joke that never really makes sense or that just isn’t really a joke.   

Knock, knock.  Who’s there?  Window.  Window who? Window that you look out of!

What did the cup say to the boy?  Don’t drink me!

Knock, knock.  Who’s there?  Joam.  Joam who? Joam the basketball player!  (He says that one often, and I’m not really sure why.  Who on earth is Joam?)

What did the apple say to the other apple?  Don’t eat me!

What did the brown cow say to the purple cow?  Let’s be friends.

What did the worm say to the dirt? Don’t squish me.  

The thing that makes me laugh is the he doesn’t even pause to think of what his joke will be.  He just makes it up as he goes, and he does it fast.  

The other day while visiting my parents in Buffalo, Brayden actually told two jokes in a row that made sense.  And that were kind of funny, when you consider they came out of a three year old’s mouth.  

What did the clock say to the numbers?  I’m gonna put you on me!

and

What did the ear say to the earrings?  (he said this while looking at my mom’s big hoop earrings)  Don’t hang on me!

Think he has a future in comedy?  🙂