Always Leave Them Laughing – Parenting with Humor

My seven year old and I are often rushed in the morning. I let him sleep as long as possible because, well… I enjoy the peace and quiet. Plus, I’m not a morning person. So we take every extra minute of sleep we can get.

Sometimes the rush makes him crabby. He’s only a first grader so I do a lot of repeating about putting on the shoes, brushing the teeth, putting on the coat, turning off the tv, you get the idea.  Just call me a broken record.

The one thing I’ve started every morning is give him a reason to smile when he’s grumpy and rushed. Apparently my sleep deprived, half hung over, make up smeared face isn’t enough, so I’m telling jokes. This way when he gets on the bus he’s not taking his grouchiness with him to school. Instead he’s giggling all the way to the bus. I know he’s repeating the jokes to the bus driver because she looks out the window and is smiling and waving (and I can see him stopping to talk to her on his way to his seat).

Last week’s jokes were“school” themed. I’m not an expert joke teller so I’ve been using my iPhone to look up jokes online while we wait for the bus and I have a page of school jokes bookmarked. This week I’m moving to farm jokes.

laughter is the best medicine

Here are some the jokes I’ve told so far:

Q. What do you do if a teacher rolls her eyes at you?

A. Pick them up and roll them back!

Q. Why didn’t the skeleton go to the school dance?

A. He didn’t have any BODY to take!

Q. Why did the boy throw the clock out the window?

A. He wanted to see time FLY!

Q. What do you call the boy with the dictionary in his pocket?

A. A smartie pants!

The goal in this is to start even our rushed and grumpy days on the lighter side and with giggles to go.

What are some of your favorite kid jokes?

Comments

  1. says

    OMG, I wish that joke telling would work for me with my grumpy ass child in the morning. Problem is, she’s two. She doesn’t get jokes. And she doesn’t like to get up in the morning, either. Has no problem going to bed, but refuses to get out of it in the morning. I don’t get it. I don’t have patience for it. And my lack of patience undoubtedly contributes to her intolerance at the idea of getting out of bed. If she’s still like this when she’s older, the jokes are on like Donkey Kong.