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Humor me

We all know that children do not have a sense of humor. Or, rather, that children do not have a quality sense of humor.

This was illustrated by Henry's new obsession for which I take full responsibility: why did the chicken cross the road? You'll be delighted to know that the chicken was not at all lonely in its endeavor. It was joined, crossing the road to get to the other side, by a bike, a fence, a dog, a house and some other assorted objects of which I failed to take adequate note.

Henry begged and begged. Do another joke, he said. Say another one.

Tim shared this one. He may have actually made it up on the spot. He's a wit, that way. (And no. He did not share it with the little ears.)

Q: How many Mormon Missionaries does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

A: Missionaries don't screw.

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