three-year-old max has decided he’s a comedian. his new thing is to tell jokes. it’s all great and all, but he only knows two jokes. also, you have to follow the script exactly or all hell breaks loose.

“grody what time is it when an elephant sits on your car?”
“. . . ”
groday, say i don’t know.”
“i don’t know.”
“time to get a new car!”

then he bursts out laughing at just how witty he is.

“grody, what do an elephant and a tree have in common.”
“i dunno boo, what do an elephant and a tree have in common?”
“just say i don’t know.”
“i don’t know.”
“they both have trunks.”

more uproarious laughter.

after hearing the jokes about 394 times last night i stopped laughing.

“grody why aren’t you laughing?”
“because i already know the joke.”
“so, it’s still funny.”
“no it’s not.”
“yes it is.”
“no it’s not.”
“a cold glass of orange juice is refreshing in the morning.”
“ok.”

i don’t have any idea where the orange juice line came from, but that was by far the funniest thing he said all night.