I started out my morning (already) with a joke.
“Mom, I have joke for you.” This is, of course, Simon talking.
“Ok. Go.”
“Why does the pickle cross the chicken?”
“Because they would taste delicious together on a sandwich?”
“Ugh. Mom, you don’t get it. Never mind.”
“Huh? Ok. I guess I don’t.”
And now I’m hungry.
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