Me: Absolutely. Tell me a joke.
Her: You’re going to laugh so hard, it’s so funny! Are you ready?
Me: I’m ready. Lay it on me, Leno.
Her: Ok. These two dogs walk into a bar. I mean, wait – not dogs. Two men. There are two men, and they walk into a bar, and they have dogs. They both have dogs. I messed up before. And also, they’re blind.
Me: Who’s blind? The dogs are blind?
Her: Yes. I mean, no. Don't mess me up! Let me start over. There are two men who walk into a bar, and they’re blind, and they have dogs, and then there’s a bartender and the bartender says that there are no dogs allowed. Oh, and one dog is a Chihuahua. That’s really important, so don’t forget.
Me: One dog is a Chihuahua. Got it.
Her: So there are the two men, and the one dog who's not a Chihuahua, and the other dog that is a Chihuahua, and the bartender says........ wait. They walk into the bar and they say that they want beer. So they ask the bartender for beer, and the bartender says they don’t serve beer there.
Me: The bartender says they don’t serve beer at the bar?
Her: No, they…hold on. They do serve beer at the bar. But they don’t serve beer to dogs. I mean... wait, thats not right. What it actually is, is the bartender? He says they can't have dogs in the bar, unless they're the kind of dogs that help blind people. What are those dogs called again?
Me: Seeing-eye dogs.
Her: Yes! Seeing-eye dogs! The dogs are seeing-eye dogs, ok, that help the blind men with stuff, and the bartender says "No Dogs Allowed in This Bar!" And then one blind man says but this is my seeing-eye dog so it’s ok! And then the bartender says, "Nuh uh, that’s a CHIHUAHUA!!!!"
(Daughter collapses in hysterical laughter at own joke.)
Her: Do you get it?
Me: I'm not sure. I think I missed something.
Her: See, the second man is blind!!!
Me: No, I know. But I don’t… did you skip a part?
Her: No I didn't! It’s so funny!
Her: Why aren't you laughing?
Me: I am. I think I just got a little confused.
Her: See, ok, see, the two men are in the bar, but they’re blind, and so they can’t see! And the bartender says that the one dog is a Chihuahua, and the second man is all, "Chihuahua?" HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! (Daughter falls to the floor in a laughing fit.)
Me: Um. Ohhhhhhh. Ok, sure. Sure, Chihuahua. Yea, Chihuahua! I get it! Boy, that’s a good one. Well done, kiddo.
Her: Don't you get it, Daddy?
Me: Oh, yea. I definitely get it. That’s really a good one.
Her: I don’t think you get it. Here, let me start over. There are two men, and they have dogs.
Me: And one of the dogs is a Chihuahua?
Her: DON'T MESS ME UP!