David's Clean Jokes

When we moved cross-country, my wife and I decided to drive both of our cars. Nathan, our eight-year-old, worriedly asked, “How will we keep from getting separated?” “We’ll drive slowly so that one car can follow the other,” I reassured him.” Yeah, but what if we DO get separated?” he persisted. “Well, then I guess we’ll never see each other again,” I quipped. “OK,” he said. “I’m riding with Mom.”