There’s something rather captivating about jokes coming from a 3 year old. It probably has to do with the mixture of Norm MacDonald-esque anti-humor delivery followed by the self-gratifying laugh of Jimmy Falcon. In the end, you just can’t beat the material.
K: Knock knock.
Me: Who’s there?
Me: Blueberry who?
K: Blueberry who wanted to hold celery’s hand!
Or her classic bit:
K: Why did the chicken cross the road?
K: To get to Costco!
That’s gold! I crack up no matter how many times I hear it.