Fridays I hang out with my three year-old granddaughter who has discovered knock-knock jokes. Here's the joke she told me today.
G-daughter: Knock, knock!
Me: Who's there?
G-daughter: Apple!
Me: Apple who?
G-daughter: Apple poo-poo! (This is followed by uncontrollable laughter. Mine.)
At this point I think it's genetically hardwired in three year-olds to tell a) knock knock jokes that b) are scatological. Like, in France I'm pretty sure the kids would say knock, knock and their grandmothers would say qui is there and then the kids would say pomme and then their grandmothers would say pomme qui and then the kids would say pomme poo-poo and then I would start laughing uncontrollably again way over here in America.
Carry on, French kids!
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Great post. Not much to say other than the Knock Knock joke is first rate, and the French spin on the joke is funny. Sacre Bleau a poo poo.
I like adults who are kind enough and fun enough to laugh at a small child's joke. They render a small but meaningful service. Do you also like booger jokes?
Q: How do you make a Kleenex dance?
A: You put a little boogie in it.
The French spelling is actually pieu pieu. In France, such jokes always elicit a stereotypical laugh (see below). It should also be noted that children in France are taught from a very young age to laugh AT people rather than with them. Hence, the almost universal disdain around the globe for anything and everything that smells like cigarettes, eats baguettes, wears a black-and-white striped shirt and sports a beret.
(Stereotypical French laugh: It sounds like a person with a stuffy nose saying "oh-hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh". Try it yourself by pinching your nose or breathing through your mouth while saying it).
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