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My six-year-old neighbor, Sophie, lives with her mom in the back half of the house we live in that's split into apartments. She comes over and visits frequently, which is nice because her mother and I are both kinda shy people who keep to ourselves. Sophie kinda brings the whole group together at times. If I leave any of the curtains open or the door is slightly ajar, she knocks on the window or lets herself in the front door to say hello and find out "how my summer vacation is going." I like having nice neighbors.
Mark was taking out the trash and Sophie was outside and wondering where I was, so she came in the front door and told me that she was just stopping in to show me her poison ivy, which she just found out she was allergic to. She got bored of small talk after five minutes and asked if we could tell funny stories instead, and I said that would be great. Five minutes later, bored once again, she decides that we had better tell knock knock jokes instead, meaning that every joke and riddle is prefaced by the words "knock knock" whether or not the joke involves any doors or answering of doors at all. Among my favorites of the night:
Soph: "Knock knock!"
Me: "Who's there?"
Soph: "What did the scissors say to the paper?!?!"
Me: "Ummm... 'Cut it out?'"
Soph: "Waaaaaait! HOW DID YOU KNOW!?!?!?!"