Knock knock...
So... we have
some pretty strange knock knock joke routines in this house. The stepdaughter used to try and ask me "Knock knock," and I would answer with, "Come in!" then she would get sour faced.
So now our knock knock jokes have become ridiculously strange.
Me: Knock Knock!
Nyla: Who's there?
Me: Banana.
Me: Knock Knock!
Nyla: Come in!
Me: Banana.
Me: Knock Knock!
Nyla: Come in!
Me: Banana.
Me: Knock Knock!
Nyla: COME IN!
At this point I stood up and in the deepest Randy Macho Man Savage voice began screaming: ORRRRRAAAAANNNNNGGGGEEEEEEEE!
Then leapt up onto the couch with the same deep voice screaming: OORRRRRRRRAAANNGGGEEEEEEE!
And at this point jumped a gap from the couch onto the bed where Megan and Nyla were sitting and pointing an accusing 80s wrestler finger down continuing the tirade of: OOOOOORRRRRRAAAANNNNGGGgggEEEEEE!
Nyla couldn't stop laughing. Megan got frustrated and announced I wasn't funny.
Then Nyla said she was going to tell the joke at school while chasing her friend on the playground. I said, "Oh god I can see the note now... 'Nyla was sent home from school today, reason: knock knock jokes that ended with angry oranges... What are you feeding her?'"
