Typically, my four-year-old daughter is the queen of straight-faced, matter-of-fact, plainly stated oddities that you can't help but snicker at. But lately she is trying her hand at telling jokes, the kind that actually intended to be amusing, rather than the inadvertent sort preschoolers are famous for.
Witness the following recreated conversation from earlier today:
Kara: Daddy, do you want to hear my joke?She then plopped down on the floor, threw herself onto her back, kicked her feet up in the air, and yelled, "Chicken on the moon! Chicken on the moon!" several times before completely breaking down in a fit of hysterics.
Me: OK. How does it go?
Kara: Chicken on the moon!
Me: I'm sorry, sweetheart. I don't get it.
Kara: Oh, Daddy. You're silly.
While the whole ordeal itself is comedic gold, I have to admit that I still can't figure out if she was trying to tell a joke she heard from someone else or if she just finds the concept of lunar fowl humorous. Maybe you just have to be four years old to get it. My three-year-old son didn't get it either and stared at her blankly when she told it to him, too. But I have a strong suspicion it is one of those things that you just had to be there. And by "there" I mean there inside my daughter's head, where I am sure that the joke made sense.