Groan...

That would be the official word for Sunday mornings and the funny papers.  Richie always reads me the kid jokes there.  And I respond as above.  GROAN.

Today:  Richie asked me, "Where do cows go on their first dates?"

I am silent, considering "cow dating" of which I have never heard. 

He says, "To the MOO-vies!"

He says, "What do you call a fake noodle?"

I sigh and shake my head.

"An im-pasta!"

I hate puns.