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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