So the kids have been into knock-knock jokes lately.
Ha, ha. They're just about as funny as they were when I was a kid, which is not saying a great deal. So my contribution the other night over dinner:
Little old lady.
Little old lady, who?
I didn't know you could yodel!
I suppose that was the precursor for the question that could only have come from the mind of my middle son. Walking out of church on Sunday, he asks, "Guys, how do you yodel in Luganda?"
I'll have to get back to you on that one, Son.