So this really happened.
Me: Wanna taco ’bout it?
Jr: About what?
Me: I don’t know, lettuce figure something out.
Jr: Figure what out?
Me: Talking is nacho strong suit, is it?
Me: Sorry, I’m just jalapeno business today.
So I drew him a picture, thought maybe he could understand the play on words if he read it in a little comic strip.
He studied this for several minutes in silence. And then started laughing. So I asked him if he got it. His response:
Jr: I don’t get it.
So I proceeded to explain each section. And then I ask him again if he gets it. Final answer:
Jr: I think so. But why are they walking and talking?
I give up.
I once told a funny joke. Once. Oh, I might as well tell you since someone brought it up.
We used to lived in a predominantly Mennonite community, lots of sheep farms and live-off-the-land kind of folk. Driving along one day we saw a herd of sheep running down a hill. All I said was “sheep thrills.” It’s all I’ve got. Laugh with me.