Yesterday I think Evan made up his first joke. It went something like this:
We were dropping books off at the library. I ran out and tried to put the books in the slot. It was broken, so I ended up taking it inside. Evan and Pops were watching me and I dashed back in the car (as fast as a preggo can dash.)
When I got back to the car, Evan said, "It was jammed." Yup, the book return was jammed.
Alluding to PB&J, Evan then said, "Was it peanut-jammed or butter-jammed? Ha ha ha ha!!!"
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