Jokes jokes

Before I even write this post, let me first apologise - 

I feel like I have become a bit of a Mommy blogger and I don't even have any children.

But that's what looking after two nippers will do to you.

Especially when they crack you up on a daily basis.

Amy: Becky, do you know any funny jokes?

Me: Erm...what's orange and sounds like a parrot?

A CARROT!

(That one is a personal favourite of mine!)

Amy: A carrot?

Me: Yes, a carrot. 

Because carrots are orange and carrot rhymes with parrot.

If a joke needs explaining, it quickly loses its funny.

Saying that, she is only 5.

Amy: I know one.

What did the Mummy chimney say to the baby chimney?

Pause...

Becky! Your meant to say you don't know!

Me: Oh. Sorry. 

What did the Mummy chimney say to the baby chimney?

Amy: Your too young to smoke missy!

And then she manically laughed for a straight minute.

I did too.

Not because of the joke, which admittedly wasn't bad for a 5 year old, but because she said the entire joke in a cheesy American accent.

When I asked her why, she didn't even know that she'd done it.

And when I thought back to when I overheard her playing in her bedroom - the time she fell over the baby squirrel no less, that was in an American accent too.

That girl watches too much iCarly!