My daughter Julia came to live with me a year ago for school. It isn't easy for me to raise someone who is practically my 8-year-old clone, but that is exactly what I find I am doing with Julia. Through our judo and soccer practices, reading, writing and arithmetic, Girl Scouts, and Japanese language classes, we occasionally have a conversation that connects us both in a sometimes deep and usually humorous way. Hopefully, you will be as entertained as we are.
Under Where?
Julia and Daddy had a big, action-packed Sunday. After leaving McGurk's with Mardi Gras masks — in October — and, at Julia's request, shopping at the grocery store "in disguise," they are driving home.
Julia: Daddy, remember when we were under there?
Daddy: Under where?
(Julia erupts in high-pitched, girlish laughter.)
Barbara Heise
9:08 am on Tuesday, October 11, 2011
One of my sister's boyfriends volunteered to help us at my son's 5 year old birthday party. He has no children and by the end of the party he said one more 5 year old joke could possibly send him over the edge. This 8 year old joke is a little better. Thanks for sharing.
Shawn Greene
9:52 am on Tuesday, October 11, 2011
You're quite welcome. I don't invent this stuff. The only thing worse is hearing a joke you heard on the playground at the same age. It's as though those joke are stuck there forever. My grandfather probably told the same ones in 1920.