My kids started telling jokes(if you want to call them that).
At first, I was really excited! Like, “Alright, kids. Following in your mama’s footsteps. I like it.”
You see, each day, all day, I neglect my children to focus on crafting the perfect jokes to tell internet strangers. Then, I meme them, and gage the success of each joke by the amount of “likes” they receive. Depending on the results, I let it affect my mood, either way, the entire rest of the day.
So, the fact that they were aspiring to be just like their dear old (hilarious) mom was making me unbelievably proud.
But, then I heard the jokes. Here. I’ll list some.
• How did a chair cross the road?(No pause for an answer) Because shoes!
• What do you call a jacket? A sofa!
• Knock knock. Who’s there? BANANA!(This one had an abrupt ending I was not prepared for.)
So, yeah. We’ve got some comedic work to do, but at least they’re interested, ya know?
Then, they asked ME to tell THEM a joke! I thought, “This is it. This is my chance. Telling jokes is what I do!”
So, I cleared my throat, grabbed my imaginary microphone, did a quick mic check, and laid a crowd pleaser on them.
“I feel like this should go without saying, but don’t buy my child a harmonica.”
“You guys can laugh! Mommy is so funny!”
“Ok, fine. Well, Twitter and Instagram LOVED this one! What do you guys know...”
As I sulked away, I heard my daughter say, “How does a floor get hair? POOP!” And they erupted with laughter.
*shakes my head*
It’s fine. I’m ok. But if you’re wondering why my confidence is a little shaky lately, it’s because my kids really know how to put the “punch” in punchline.
(I hope you’re all having as much fun as I am! Head over to @accidentalsupermom and follow so we can have fun forever!)
Для тех, кто уже привык к ресничкам, важно сохранять фото ДО😹
Сначала бывает немного непривычно. К более яркому и выразительному взгляду адаптируешься буквально за пару дней. А потом уже сложно представить себя без них.
Знаете, мы догадываемся почему. Потому что к хорошему быстро привыкаешь)