Unfortunately, part of the job of parenting entails that your kids will never fully appreciate your humor, no matter how ingenious it is. Toddlers, especially, won't understand any type of joke beyond basic bathroom or pun humor. They're kinda like rednecks that way (I grew up with rednecks, so it doesn't count as prejudice, right?).
In the past few days, I've been giving zinger after zinger to Samantha but she just doesn't get it. So I'm recording them here for posterity, in the hopes that one day she'll realize just how funny her daddy really is.
Me: Samantha, are you naked and ready for your bath?
Samantha: Yep, I'm naked and naked!!
Me: Naked & Naked? Sounds like a nudist law firm.
Samantha: (Total silence. Blank stare. Tumbleweeds...)
Samantha: THAT'S the way you do it!
Me: Money for nothing and your chicks for free.
Samantha: ("Daddy's crazy" look on her face. No response.)
I've seen two vehicles this week that have a large Nike swoosh symbol on the middle of the back windshield... what's up with that? Last time I checked, Nike wasn't making cars or trucks. This new trend of inappropriate placement of company logos begs for a name -- I'm calling it cross-brandination.
Time to logoff now... I'm going to sit in my Pantene chair and watch my Black & Decker television. Maybe later I'll go to the fridge and get a nice cold glass of Xerox.