I like sitting with the kids in our school at lunch, they laugh and joke, play games, draw, whatever.  It’s a great way to get to know all the kids and they feel so special when the principal is sitting with them playing around. It also helps keep them quieter than normal, which is good since our cafeteria echoes like crazy.

So I was sitting at lunch with a bunch of 2nd graders yesterdays and they were telling silly jokes that make no sense.

What do you call a person who jumps on a trampoline?
Squirrel

What do you call a guy jumping on the moon?
Spaceman

What do you call someone who runs fast?
Cheetah

Now I laughed at everyone of them. Mostly because it was neat to see these kids trying to make up jokes on their own and see where they would go with it.  The next joke floored me:

What do you call a flying meatball?
(as he asked this he stabbed one of his meatballs from lunch with his spork and flew it threw the air)
A MEATY-ORE.

IT MADE SENSE!

Not only did it make sense but it sounded like an original joke.  I was floored.  I almost didn’t laugh at it because I was shocked at how much it made sense.  It wasn’t his first joke, and none of his other jokes afterwards made any sense, but man…. that one good joke.

Color me impressed.

PS – Not my meatball drawing.  I just snagged it from here: https://aworlddevoured.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/flying-meatball.jpg