Bedtime milk
2005 September 5
On his way to bed, Daniel announced he was hungry and asked for “coffee, couscous, irish stew and bedtime milk.”
It was all just a ploy to get some milk, which (if he wants some) he’s supposed to remember to ask for before we come upstairs for bath but it did lead rather nicely into this joke:
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Irish stew.
Irish stew who?
Irish stew in the name of the law.
Helena doesn’t get this joke, not surprisingly and offers her various alternative versions, like this one (plug any random word in for coffee and you’ll get the riff):
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Coffee.
Coffee who?
Coffee in the name of the law.
This is even funnier, really.
He didn’t get bedtime milk but he seemed okay with that.
Ha. I love kids.
I have no choice at all but to tell you this story. My nephew learned this joke a few years ago:
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Olive.
Olive who?
Olive you!
And then decided it was just as funny this way:
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Banana you!
Do all great kids think alike, or what? I say “Banana you!” all the time now. I also say “dando” instead of “thank you,” but my nephew doesn’t remember anymore that he used to say “dando.”
Hey, I’m back. Pictures to follow — I think I’ve got my camera working now.