Wait, I Don't Get It....

Every month, the fifth graders from Little Miss's school put together a newsletter with creative writing, interviews, polls, random factst, and the like. They also always incldue a page of jokes. Knowing how much Mister Man loves a good joke, I made sure to pull out that page this month and save it for him.

Yesterday, I was doing my best to clean everything I could before the hordes descended for my Super Bowl party. Mister Man, I pointed out. Did you realize that there's a page of jokes for you just sitting next to your place at the table?

Cool! Thanks, Mom! he shouted enthusiastically.

I smiled from the kitchen where I was busily preparing food for the party, waiting to see his reaction from the grade school jokes - some of which were actually somewhat funny.

What's your favorite homemade food? came the first joke a few seconds later.

I paused. I'd read through the jokes when the newsletter had first come home. Not only did I not remember the answer to that one, I didn't remember the joke at all. I glanced at my husband who shrugged; he didn't know the answer either.

I don't know, Sweetie. What's the answer? I asked curiously.

Mexican food! he stated, proudly.

Ummmm, Mister Man, that's a teacher interview. The jokes are on the other side of the paper, I replied, doing my best to hold back the flood of giggles threatening to overtake me.

But hey - that's proof that I read the newsletter cover to cover, right?

So what did the envelope say to the stamp?
Stick with me, Kid. We're going places.