I dug the last of the silver colored coins from the change jar to buy a Sunday paper. Tommy and his friend handed me the paper and I sat down to sort the paper into the order I like to read it. The editorial section went at the top of the pile and the coupons that are my excuse for buying the paper, were saved for last. The sports section went directly to the recycling bin. Something was missing from my pile of newsprint. There was no comics section.
“Tommy? I think you bought a paper without a comics section.”
“It had a comics section, but I pulled it out to read it.”
“Okay. I’d like it back when you’re done.”
I made my way through the news and got up to get the scissors for coupon clipping.
“Tommy? Aren’t you finished with the comics yet?”
“I finished a long time ago. Somebody else must have them now.”
“Noah? Do you have the comics?”
“I did, but I don’t now.”
“Amy? Do you have the comics?”
“Sarah took them from me.”
I looked at the tiny, chopped up scraps of colorful newsprint all over Sarah’s desk and floor. Sigh. No Sunday comics for me. I expect something funnier than the same, tired knock-knock joke from the children this week.
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“On your head! Bwa-ha-ha!”
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I know I’m a little late, but I’ll give you a new joke…….
Why did Piglet stick his head in the toilet?
He was looking for Pooh! ha ha ha ha!
(Now that’s funny, I don’t care who ya are!)
Potty humor! They’ll love it!