JANE STINE
PARENTING, TRAVEL, AND LITTLE JOYS
As told by my Four-Year-Old Son who Learned about Knock Knock Jokes yesterday, and his Indian Babysitter who has Never Heard of Them
Son: Knock Knock Babysitter: Okay, hello Son: No, you say who’s there. Babysitter: Who’s there is… a tiger! Son: No you don’t tell who is there. You say “Who’s there?” Babysitter: Yes, who’s there is a tiger. Son: Tiger who? Babysitter: The tiger does not have a name. Son: No, this time when I knock at the door, you say who is there. Babysitter: Okay. Son: Knock knock. Babysitter: Who’s there? Son: Oatmeal. Babysitter: Okay. Son: You say oatmeal who. Babysitter: What is oatmeal who? Son: You ask who the oatmeal is. Babysitter: Who is the oatmeal? Son: When I knock! Babysitter: …. Then you can come in! Son: Knock knock. Babysitter: Who’s there? Son: Oatmeal. Babysitter: Oatmeal is welcome in the house. Son: Oatmeal who? Babysitter: Yes. Son: Orange you glad I didn’t say banana. Babysitter: … yes.
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