Trick or treat!
Nov. 1st, 2005 08:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ann_leckiePaidhi Girl's joke--"Why was eleven afraid of seven? Because seven eight nine!" I tried to suggest "If you're an American outside the bathroom, what are you inside the bathroom? European!" which she declared was a good joke, but she really liked the seven eight nine one, so she stuck with it.
Paidhi Boy, who doesn't quite understand jokes, was supplied with a few simple ones but stuck to one he knew was a sure winner. What do you call a fish with no eyes?
fsh.
The interesting thing about that joke is the way it splits its hearers up into groups. One segment of recipients of the fsh joke blink for a few seconds and then laugh, you can see them get it. The other bunch blinks that same few seconds but doesn't get it, and then they do this fake, frozen laugh.
We then retired to Grandma's to give out candy, since we live on a street that doesn't get trick or treaters. Paidhi Boy enjoyed this job a great deal, asking each person as they came up the steps if they had a joke for us. His first customers, though, were tiny toddlers who seemed to have just learned to walk, and their mother told Paidhi Boy very nicely that they were probably too little to give him a good joke.
People who did have jokes were rewarded with not only candy, but both the Paidhi kids' utterly serious faces as they said, very sincerely, "That's a good joke."
Then we went home and went to bed, stomach-aches and all. And this morning--candy for breakfast! I get all of Paidhi Boy's Snickers, since he doesn't like candy with "bumpies." Yay, Halloween!
Paidhi Boy, who doesn't quite understand jokes, was supplied with a few simple ones but stuck to one he knew was a sure winner. What do you call a fish with no eyes?
fsh.
The interesting thing about that joke is the way it splits its hearers up into groups. One segment of recipients of the fsh joke blink for a few seconds and then laugh, you can see them get it. The other bunch blinks that same few seconds but doesn't get it, and then they do this fake, frozen laugh.
We then retired to Grandma's to give out candy, since we live on a street that doesn't get trick or treaters. Paidhi Boy enjoyed this job a great deal, asking each person as they came up the steps if they had a joke for us. His first customers, though, were tiny toddlers who seemed to have just learned to walk, and their mother told Paidhi Boy very nicely that they were probably too little to give him a good joke.
People who did have jokes were rewarded with not only candy, but both the Paidhi kids' utterly serious faces as they said, very sincerely, "That's a good joke."
Then we went home and went to bed, stomach-aches and all. And this morning--candy for breakfast! I get all of Paidhi Boy's Snickers, since he doesn't like candy with "bumpies." Yay, Halloween!