First Son: Do you want to hear a joke?
Me: Totally.
First Son: Why did the chicken poop the volcano?
Me: What?
First Son: Why did the chicken poop the volcano?
Me: Why?
First Son: Because he wanted to die.
Me: …
Me: …
Me: Really?
First Son: Yeah.
Me: Wow.
First Son: I told Elliot that joke.
Me: Elliot, the guy who bit you, but the teacher thinks air-bit you?
First Son: Yeah.
Me: Did he laugh?
First Son: Yeah.
I could tell I disappointed First Son by not immediately laughing uproariously, but it’s a joke that gets funnier with each telling. By the time I repeated it like five times to Husband, we were rolling around, because, seriously, it is so unbelievable that this is our life.
Because he wanted to die.
Yes.
Love,
Mother of the Year