Dear Ann Abler,
Any advice on how to get through this preschool phase of
really bad joke telling? I don't want to burst his bubble and tell him he's just
not funny, but seriously? "What do chickens eat for breakfast?" I
begin to answer in earnest and he tells me to ask "What?" Glancing at
the chandelier above my head, he answers, "Lightbulbs." Oi. It goes
on for hours, or feels like it, anyway.
~ NO LOL-ing
Dear NO LOL,
First question: Do you live in one of these dark green
states?
If yes, problem solved! Just walk the streets of a super
stoney city in Washington for a free contact high, or get your own green garden
growing in Colorado. You’ll soon find ridiculous riddles and nonsequitor punch
lines quite comical. Why did the chicken walk into the bar? Because gorillas.
Hilarious! Why? Because you’re high.
If you live in one of the light green states and have "anxiety," "insomnia," or "writer’s cramp" (yes writer’s cramp), simply see the paragraph above, and just play along with the law as it applies
to your “chronic” problem.
"Lightbulbs!" *drops mic* |
Not friends with puff the magic dragon or Mary Jane? Don’t discount
the drank. Encourage your little one to host his very own Open Mic Night – with
a two-drink minimum for you, of course! Make it a drinking game and take a sip every
time you feel the urge to roll your eyes. If you find yourself heckling the poor kid, it
may be time to kick yourself out of the club.
If you’re interested in options other than drugging yourself
until you find your child amusing, I recommend taking a look back. Have your
boy spend some quality time with the comedic legends of the silent era. Key
word = silent. Way before Tyra Banks ‘invented’ smizing (smiling with the
eyes), actors like Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton mastered facial
expressions and prat falls for the amusement of all. Tell him the funniest
things are sometimes the silent-est things. That way, he’ll keep it down and hone
his physical comedy skills. Maybe he’ll be Generation Z’s comedic giant!
Now go enjoy those jokes and thank me by sharing the best (worst) ones in the comments section or on your
Dear Ann Abler’s Facebook page.
You're welcome,
Your Ann Abler
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