Bring It, Kid.

Bless her little heart, our littlest is trying her damnedest to be funny.  Since she started Pre-K I guess she's developed this need to be a comedian.  Perhaps she's already feeling the pressure to climb the socialite ladder and feels a good joke thrown in to an otherwise dull 2.5 hours of song, art and juice is just the ticket to rise above the proverbial cream of the smelly-little-kid crop.  Her weapon of choice:  knock-knock jokes.  She loves them.  She's undeniably horrible at them, but, she loves them.  So periodically she'll run her latest and greatest jokes through us in an attempt to hone her material - which is typically a futile endeavor.  We're left patronizing her with forced laughs while quietly wondering in the backs of our minds if she is indeed as smart as we wish she was [or something like that]. 

However, I gotta hand it to her.  The other night she busted up the dinner table with this gem as she told it to one of our dinner guests:

"Wanna hear a joke?"

Sure.

"Knock-knock." 

Who's there?

"F."

F?  F who?

"F You!"

Pure comedy gold.