Jokes?

Driving home from support group, Jory started talking so everyone could hear him.

“Why did the boy run away from the dog?” he asked.

Silence greeted him since I couldn’t think of an answer.

“Because he was scared of him,” he laughed hysterically.

Uh, that wasn’t funny. But he’s only six I thought and just learning to tell jokes so he gets a pass.

“Why did the chicken cross the road?” he continued.

Okay, there was a bazillion answers to this one, so once again I kept quiet.

“Because he wanted to cross the street,” he laughed and laughed and laughed.

Really?! Have I missed something? These jokes aren’t even close to being funny or even mildly amusing. “Jory, Mommy isn’t getting your jokes.”

He took a quick breath from all of his guts are about to bust laughing and said, “They aren’t jokes.”

“What are they?” Because you are delivering them like jokes.

“Things that happened,” he responded, then continued laughing and telling things that happened in joke style.

Things that happened?! Yes, they were, but does he not get that they shouldn’t be said like he’s setting up a joke. Nope, he doesn’t and I’m pretty sure me explaining it would do no good. So I let him continue and he was fine with the only sound of laughter coming from his own mouth.