Knock Knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Knock Knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Knock Knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Knock Knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange you glad I didn't say Banana?
This is the boys' favorite knock-knock joke, courtesy of Gramma.
While trying to think of a catchy title for this post, it's what popped into my mind. (Sorry! LOL!)
Anyway, the big boys are now ORANGE BELTS! And yes, per our "agreement", that means we popped for the $$$ kumite (sparring) gear -- helmet, hand pads, mouthpiece and groin cup. We've been having LOTS of fun with the groin cup concept. Gramma, of course, is concerned that it DEFINITELY gets in there to protect any future great-grandchildren >wink<. Plus she wants to make sure they suffer as much as I've suffered. >>wink<<
K put the supporter with groin cup on & was running around the house (over his jammies) but whipped it off when I got the camera out. Guess I need to stop reminding them of all the "when you have your first girlfriend" pictures that I'm going to be showing...
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Knock knock
Who's there?
Impatiant cow
Impatiant c...
MOOO!
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