A collection of children's jokes, hilarious children's jokes

1. I asked my little niece: "Are you born by your father or your mother?"

She said: "Of course I was born by my mother."

Me: "How do you know?"

Her: "Isn't this simple? Boys give birth to boys, girls give birth to girls!"

2. My son comes back from school , I said: Bring me the test paper and take a look.

My son refused to take out the test paper, so I said: It’s okay, I have strong psychological resistance!

The son lowered his head and said: But my body is not strong enough to resist being hit!

3. My brother-in-law is on a business trip, and my eldest sister brings my nephew home. My mother calls her eldest sister and little cotton-padded jacket all day long.

After staying for a few days, the brother-in-law came back from a business trip to pick up the couple. The little nephew went to open the door. Mom asked who it was, and the little nephew said: "He's here to get the cotton-padded jackets!" !

4. A colleague wanted to have a second child and persuaded his son that having a younger brother or sister would have many benefits: "I will play with you and be your little follower."

The son was calm as a result. He asked back: "Why didn't you tell me that the snacks would be divided into half?"

5. Enjoying the cool air with your son in the courtyard, looking up, you can see a bright moon hanging high in the sky, and a few wisps of white clouds floating leisurely next to it. Pass. . .

"Dad, what do the moon and white clouds look like to you?"

"It's just the moon and white clouds, what else do they look like?"

"Tch! No imagination at all! It’s like a hot pot of mutton! By the way, when are you going to eat the mutton?”

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6. The little niece is doing her homework. The homework is on the small desk while she is playing with toys.

His father scolded her, and the little niece curled her lips and said aggrievedly: Even if a mobile phone can be charged for five minutes and talked for two hours, why can't I work for five minutes and rest for two hours. . .