So, my oldest daughter Haley, (she'll be four years old in May), came up to me Monday and said the following:

"Daddy, I have a joke to tell you!"

I didn't even know she knew what a joke was, much less have one to tell me.  But I could tell by the look on her face, it was going to be a doozy...at least in her eyes.

"Oh, a joke?"  I said.  "Go ahead, I'd love to hear a joke!"

The future stand-up comic then asked..."How does a monster count to fifteen?"

 "I don't know" was my reply.

"With his fingers!" she said. 

Get it?  A monster would possibly have fifteen fingers instead of ten!

I'm still genuinely laughing.