With as many kids as we have and as close together as they are, we have lived in the phase of "I've just discovered knock knock jokes!" for about the past 8 years.
We've spent a lot of time hearing about oranges and bananas, and played along accordingly.
Lincoln (3 in Oct) has ventured into this territory now.
But since this child does everything his own way, there is no banana in his reperetoire.
He's going for originality, even if it makes no sense.
"Car crash who?"
"I crash into you!"
Which is typically followed by this tank of a boy crashing into you.
"*sigh* poopoo who?"
"I poop on you!"
I swear we have hardly ever watched Conan. And never in this child's lifetime.
The worst part of all this? I know I'll miss it terribly when they're off being obnoxious teenagers.
Of which I'll have 5 at a time. For years at a time. Just in case you were wondering.