Driving to school the kids start telling each other jokes in the back of the car.
Girl: Knock knock.
Boy: Who’s there?
Girl: Stinky pants. Followed by much giggling.
Boy: Stinky pants who? Barely able to get his words out so fierce is his attempt to control his laughter.
Girl: Stinky pants bum bum head
Hysterical laughter ensues.
Boy: Why did the car run into the other car?
Boy: Cause he wanted to push the car out of the way and bash into all the houses.
Even more hysterical laughter.
Pah, kids these days. They don’t know what a proper joke is, I think to myself.
Me: Knock knock
Girl: Who’s there?
Girl: Dr who?
Me: How did you know?
Girl: Know what?
Me: That it was Dr Who.
Girl: I didn’t.
Me: But you said Dr Who. That’s the joke see? Dr Who? I implore, getting slightly more desperate with every mention of the Time Lord.
The car fills with deathly silence. I steal myself decide to give it another go.
Me: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Me: To get to the other side.
Silence. And then…
Girl: No mummy, you don’t geddit’. We’re telling jokes.