Knock-knock.
Who's there?
Dishes.
Dishes who?
Dishes the police! Stick 'em up!
Knock-knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange you gonna open this door?
Knock-knock.
Who's there?
Boo.
Boo who?
Why are you crying?
Aren't knock-knock jokes great? My 4-year-old is currently VERY into knock-knock jokes. This is the one she made up today:
LP: Knock-knock.
Me: Who's there?
LP: Bottom
Me, with great reluctance: Bottom who?
LP: Bottom gonna slimer the whole house and the entire world and then gonna take a rest and do it again.
Then she cracked up. I don't know what slimer means and I don't know how a bottom would do that. I'm pretty sure that if it is a real thing, I've had a little bottom or two slimer me and I didn't find it at all funny.
My favorite part of the joke is that it has a definitely threatening quality. She caught part of a commercial for The Godfather on TV yesterday and she seemed way too interested for a 4-year-old girl. Next thing I know her dollhouse will be a compound and Barbie will wake up with a My Little Pony head in her bed.
Knock-knock.
Who's there?
An Italian guy with a giant florist's box. Don't open the door!
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