Since there is an eight-year-old in our household, we are on the receiving end of lots and lots of jokes. Great jokes--clean and silly and funny. The best part is the joy, the glee, with which Jacob tells his latest. Then, once you laugh and he laughs with you, he dashes off to find another family member and tells it again.
Why wasn't Cinderella very good at soccer?
Because her coach was a pumpkin.
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