“Knock knock”, Jaden says.
“Who’s there”, I answer, rolling my eyes slightly.
“Atch”, Jaden replies. Completely unbidden, I find my eyes have begun to roll again, a habit that becomes more popular for every poor knock knock joke I’ve had to endure today. I like to consider myself a fun person, but it’s been nonstop knock knock jokes since I got here two hours ago. You’d think these kids would run out by now, but the jokes just keep on coming.
“Atch who”, I eventually respond. Jaden grins like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, the gap in his teeth from losing an incisor being put on full display.
“Ew Mr. Pison, don’t get me sick”, he cheekily retorts, with giggles escaping him. The punchline, predictably, has the rest of the children laughing as well. Quincy is on the floor howling, Yvette is attempting, and failing, to hide her snorts, and Felix is snickering at my perceived naiveté. Even Raymond, who has been quietly reading in the corner most of the day, has a smirk on his face. Despite myself, I can’t help but smile fondly at this display of childlike innocence.
“Knock knock”, Yvette singsongs.
“Who’s there”, Felix replies. …show more content…
When did I become so cynical on humor? I must be getting old or something, even if it was only ten years ago that I was the same way. Perhaps growing up isn’t quite as glamorous as I once thought, I muse. I snap out of that train of thought, beginning to feel like I’m being stared at, and find that Raymond is the culprit. We lock eyes for a second, and I end up noticing that he’s reading something I recognize, The Maze of Bones by Rick Riordan. I smirk at him, almost as if trying to send my approval without verbal communication, and he shyly smiles back my
“Who’s there”, I answer, rolling my eyes slightly.
“Atch”, Jaden replies. Completely unbidden, I find my eyes have begun to roll again, a habit that becomes more popular for every poor knock knock joke I’ve had to endure today. I like to consider myself a fun person, but it’s been nonstop knock knock jokes since I got here two hours ago. You’d think these kids would run out by now, but the jokes just keep on coming.
“Atch who”, I eventually respond. Jaden grins like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, the gap in his teeth from losing an incisor being put on full display.
“Ew Mr. Pison, don’t get me sick”, he cheekily retorts, with giggles escaping him. The punchline, predictably, has the rest of the children laughing as well. Quincy is on the floor howling, Yvette is attempting, and failing, to hide her snorts, and Felix is snickering at my perceived naiveté. Even Raymond, who has been quietly reading in the corner most of the day, has a smirk on his face. Despite myself, I can’t help but smile fondly at this display of childlike innocence.
“Knock knock”, Yvette singsongs.
“Who’s there”, Felix replies. …show more content…
When did I become so cynical on humor? I must be getting old or something, even if it was only ten years ago that I was the same way. Perhaps growing up isn’t quite as glamorous as I once thought, I muse. I snap out of that train of thought, beginning to feel like I’m being stared at, and find that Raymond is the culprit. We lock eyes for a second, and I end up noticing that he’s reading something I recognize, The Maze of Bones by Rick Riordan. I smirk at him, almost as if trying to send my approval without verbal communication, and he shyly smiles back my