When jokes go too far
On the way to swim class, the boys were telling their jokes. They are very much into homonyms and words with more than one meaning.

Some examples:
What do you call root beer when you put it in water?
A root beer float!

What is Emmett Wolfe’s favorite animal?
A wolf!

What is not right, but not left?
Wrong!

For this last joke, I tried to provide an alternative answer. “Incorrect,” I said. That was brushed off. So instead, I made the wrong answer buzzer sound.

I have no idea how to write that sound my onomatopoeia skills are failing me. BZZZ looks right, but it sounds more like AHHH! or EHHH!

Anyhow, that sound just cracked the boys up. And every time they tried to speak, I would cut them off with the buzzer sound. This went on for several minutes, and all of us were cracking up the whole time.

Finally Zevan said, “Stop, Mom! My funny bone hurts.”

“Where’s your funny bone?”

“Right here. In my ‘mittle.’

I buzzed one more time and Zander scolded me, “It’s not funny anymore, Mom.”

“Why not?”

“Because Zevan’s funny bone hurts.”

Oh.

In the car last night –
Zander: Do we celebrate Veteran’s Day?
Me: Do you know what a Veteran is?
Zander: It’s someone who was in the Air Force or Army.
Me: Or the Marine Corp, Navy or Coast Guard.

Zander: You were in the Air Force, Mom?
Me: Yes, I was.
Zander: So we can celebrate you!

This morning, Zander calls up to me from the breakfast table: Mom! Did you forget about school today?
You don’t have school today.
Oh, that’s right! It’s Veteran’s Day! (to Zevan) Let’s celebrate MOM!

Happy Veteran’s Day to everyone who has served our country and is currently serving our country. Thank you for all you do.