What better and more appropriate way to start out the year --after having closed out last year with a brand-new baby-- than with this recent conversation with my 6-year-old son D- and my then-3-year-old daughter M-?
D- (reading a joke from somewhere): What kind of fruit do ghosts like to eat?
Me: I don't know, what?
D-: Boo... (switching to spelling mode) B-O-O-B-E-...
M- (jumping in, proud to show off her impressive "reading" skills yet again): Boobies!!
D- (shocked, confused, sure this must somehow be a dirty joke he accidentally read, but slightly amused): Heh-heh.
Me (obviously now relating a much-less-funny joke): Boo-berries. ...Not boobies... It's "BOO-berries", because pretend ghosts* say, "Boo!", right? ...Boo-berries.
* Must always be on guard-- no, ghosts aren't real, go to sleep!
You may enjoy my previous M- conversations, D- conversations, and J- conversations.