Every month, the fifth graders from Little Miss’s school put together a newsletter with creative writing, interviews, polls, random factst, and the like. They also always incldue a page of jokes. Knowing how much Mister Man loves a good joke, I made sure to pull out that page this month and save it for him.
Yesterday, I was doing my best to clean everything I could before the hordes descended for my Super Bowl party. Mister Man, I pointed out. Did you realize that there’s a page of jokes for you just sitting next to your place at the table?
Cool! Thanks, Mom! he shouted enthusiastically.
I smiled from the kitchen where I was busily preparing food for the party, waiting to see his reaction from the grade school jokes – some of which were actually somewhat funny.
What’s your favorite homemade food? came the first joke a few seconds later.
I paused. I’d read through the jokes when the newsletter had first come home. Not only did I not remember the answer to that one, I didn’t remember the joke at all. I glanced at my husband who shrugged; he didn’t know the answer either.
I don’t know, Sweetie. What’s the answer? I asked curiously.
Mexican food! he stated, proudly.
Ummmm, Mister Man, that’s a teacher interview. The jokes are on the other side of the paper, I replied, doing my best to hold back the flood of giggles threatening to overtake me.
But hey – that’s proof that I read the newsletter cover to cover, right?
So what did the envelope say to the stamp?
Stick with me, Kid. We’re going places.