Dear Diary,
I've been taking swimming classes. Neato goggles, eh?
You would think they'd let me get more than 3.70 years
first on account of there being not much swimmable beach
here in California, but nooo, it's into the pool twice a week.
It's not bad really, even if the teacher is a bit vague (she
forgot to introduce herself, she could have been anyone when
she jumped into the pool and started nattering at us).
I have also told the first joke that Mum got. It goes like this:
Me: Knock knock?
Mum: Who's there?
Me: Boo.
Mum: Boo who?
Me: There, there, don't cry!
After a few tries I have got the banter down pat, and adults seem
to really like it. Heaven knows why they don't get my other jokes.
I've been trying and trying one Dad told me but I just can't make it
work... it goes like this when Dad tells it:
First Person: Knock, knock?
Second Person: Who's there?
First Person: Death!
Second Person: Death wh---.
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