Why did the chicken?

I’m currently on the train. There’s nothing quite so satisfying as listening to a very happy child grinding her mother’s brain into a fine paste by telling a constant high pitched stream of near identical jokes and demanding not only rapt attention, but also genuine mirth.

All of the jokes are along the lines of “why did the chicken cross the road? Because he was walking quite quickly and he wanted to see his friend.” “Why did the chicken cross the road? Because he was nice.”
The mother’s protestations of,”please no more,” “alright that’s enough now” and “don’t you know any others?” are falling on merciless ears… The girl is a pro and not about to give up for any reason. I am crying through laughing so much… I hope I’m not encouraging this… (Although I know I absolutely am).
There may be nothing for it but to ram my coat into my mouth.

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