I don't know, sad?
What is an alligator's favorite drink?
I don't know, swamp juice?
Judah told me these two jokes this week and I'm LOVING it. He knows I love puns and he saves them up for me, a few every week for the last 3 months or so.
He's so punny.
But what cracks me up the most is when he chooses a perfect phrase that seems way too mature for him. I'll never forget the time last year, when I sat at the kitchen table, pausing in weariness after taking a long sip of water.
Judah looked at me with anxious eyes and said, "There followed a dreadful silence..."
It was a direct quote from a Roald Dahl book we had been reading at bedtime, and it was perfect.
The dreadful silence was quickly swallowed up by mirthful chuckles, story of my life with kids.