"Do you want to hear my Scooby-Doo joke?" Logan asked.
"Sure," I said.There was an awkward dance accompanied by an averted gaze. The look on his face told me that he was expecting me to say, "No." I was getting the idea that this may not be an appropriate joke and a few important questions began to form in my mind. Note to self: have a little chat with the older boys when they get home.
Logan ran off in the direction of the front yard so I returned to my writing. After a minute or so, he appeared at my side looking like the cat who swallowed the canary. I gave him an expectant look.
"Did you hear my joke from the front yard?" he asked nervously.
"No. Should I have?" I inquired.
"Do I need to say it again a little louder?" he asked.
"Do you?" I wondered.
"I think I will tell you a different joke," he said.I think you will too.
- 17 August 2012
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