Knock Knock Hell

Here's some jokes I'll bet The Wiz's 6 Million Dollars you've never heard before: Knock Knock Who's there? Eye. Eye who? Eye BALL! BWAHAHAHAHAHAH Knock Knock Who's there? Chicken. Chicken Who? Chicken LITTLE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Knock Knock (sigh) Who's there? Chicken. Chicken who? Chicken CHICKEN! And that last one sent my son into spasmodic giggles for at least a minute. I mean, chicken CHICKEN, right after he said Chicken LITTLE? It doesn't get any better than that! Oh please, all ye older and wiser and more experienced mommies, please tell me it DOES get better than that, because if I have to spend another hour in the car listening to jokes like the above, I may just have to shoot myself. We have officially entered the "endless bad and meaningless jokes" stage of life, and I'm pleading for help. How do you teach your child that "chicken CHICKEN!" is not actually a joke? It's not that I'm a humor Nazi, not really. Ok, so I do think that fart jokes aren't actually all that amusing, but beyond that, usually I'm good. But hours of knock knock jokes while we were schlepping our son all over the country these past few weeks gets a little wearing. I suppose I could look at it as 4 year old revenge, some sort of toddler payback for forced time spent on an airplane with no liquids (yeah, that's a post in and of itself, but we just won't go there). If so, my kid could teach the government a lot about torture. In fact, I'm surprised that the CIA doesn't take more notes from parenting classes about how to inflict maximum pain. So, how do you teach humor? Are there books I should get? Shows I should watch? A spear I can impale myself on when the never-ending onslaught of "Mom, say "Knock Knock!" starts? Lemme know. Knock Knock Who's there? Mommy Mommy who? Mommy in a straight jacket WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!