Zippy and I just returned from a family picnic at a park that had a playground. I spent time on a teeter-totter with three nieces, two of us per end.
The rule was, whoever was up in the air had to tell a joke in order to be lowered to the ground. Here’s a sampling:
What do you call a pile of cats?
What do you call an alligator in a vest?
I rarely attempt telling a joke because I inevitably screw up either the set-up or the punchline. Case in point: I messed up the Orange Knock-Knock Joke today.
I kid you not. But none of them called me out on it and they still lowered me to the ground.
That’s a win.