Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop

(I’ve come across a cute little joke I think my mother would get a kick out of, so I text her.)

Me: “Hey, mom, is there a hole in your shoe?”

Mom: *texting back* “What shoe?”

(Figuring she’s not gonna get it over text, I call her.)

Me: “Mom, I just need you to answer the question: do you have a hole in your shoe?”

Mom: “I don’t understand the question; I’m not even wearing shoes.”

Me: “…Okay, maybe I should be clearer: I’m trying to tell you a joke. Is there a hole in your shoe? No? Then how did you get your foot in?”

(She finally gets it and starts giggling, while I laugh too.)

Mom: “Okay, I get it now. That’s cute.”

Me: “Honestly, your confusion was funnier than the joke.”