This is all my mom's fault.

[conuly]

I've been teaching Ana jokes lately. Why the woman threw the butter out the window, why the ghost had a band-aid, why six is afraid of seven (because of seven of nine, apparently, which is just hysterical), and "orange you glad...?" and all that.

My mom had previously told me that sooner or later, kids get the riddle structure without understanding the riddle concept, so you get jokes like "What's green and on your head? YOUR HAT! HAHAHAHAHA!" and whatnot.

Well, today Ana visited in my room (they're moving! This weekend! Yeah!) and asked me "Why is your room cold? Wait, you say 'I don't know', Connie. Why is your room cold?"

Me: (oh no, oh no!) Uh... I don't know?

Ana: Because... because... It's COLD outside! *grins and giggles*

Me: Yeah.... Hey, wait here a second?

*goes outside*

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, MOMMY!

*goes back in*

Ana: Why is...

Me: Ana? Let's not play jokes right now, okay?

Ana: Okay.


This is NOT good. I hope she grows out of it soon.