Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Stop telling jokes, Dad - July 25, 2006

Last night PJ came up to my bedroom. I had just gotten home from work and was changing my clothes.

"Dad?"

"Yes, PJ"

"Could you, just, well, could you not tell any jokes tonight?"

"What"

"I don't like it when you tell jokes."

"Well, PJ, I am glad you told me that, because I was going to tell you about the most fantastic thing that happened to me at work today. Do you want to hear about it?"

"Yeah"

"Well, while I was at work, a black hole appeared at my desk and it sucked me in! It spit me out of a quasar at the opposite end of the universe. There I was floating through space."

"Wow! Did you get hit by any shooting stars?"

"Yeah, but I just brushed them aside with my hand."

"No way! A shooting star is like a million times bigger than you. You would be have been totally burned up."

"PJ, I am just joking with you."

"Dad?"

"Yeah, PJ?"

"Could you not tell any stories or jokes tonight?"

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