Little Man: I have a joke for you.
Me: Okay, go.
Little Man: Knock knock.
Me: Who's there?
Little Man: Grass who.
Little Man: No! You say grass who!
Me: Oh, okay. Grass who?
Little Man: Grass...in a box. In a house. Heh heh heh.
Little Man: Grass in the house that the rabbit snacked on and then went into the park and took the box and the rabbit runned away and then the grass was all gone....hahahahahahahahaha.
Three years old for four whole days and you are suddenly a comedian. Telling stream-of-consciousness-jokes worthy of a preschooler.
Mama loves ya.