It’s back…

I have three-and-a-half-year-olds again. Which means, I have knock-knock jokes. Again.

Three-and-a-half-year-olds loooooooooove knock-knock jokes. The pattern! The turn-taking! The predictability! They don’t get them. At all. But, oh! How they LOVE them.

So. I have knock-knock jokes. Again. And that means I have THIS knock-knock joke.

Again.

“Knock, knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Orange.”
“Orange who?”
“Orangey.”
“Orangey who?”
“Orangey.”
“Orangey who?”
“Orangey didn’t say I a banana?”
“Organgy didn’t say I a banana who?”

(Obviously these two are still learning the form…)

But the question is… WHO teaches them this one? WHO?

And WWWWWHHHHYYYYY?