My sister Beth, age 6: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Me: I don’t know.
Beth: To get the Chinese newspaper!
Me: *Blank stare*
Beth: Do you get it?
Beth: Me neither, I get the New York Times. HAHAHA!
Me, age 24: Hey, Fresca, Jeff, look! That chicken’s actually going to get the Chinese newspaper! *laughs hysterically until unable to breathe*
Fresca: Remember when Meg had social skills?