Zach: Mom, what do you call a tissue dancing in a chair?
Mom: What?
Zach: A DANCING TISSUE, TISSUE!! Hahahahahahahahahahah!
Zach: Mom, what do you call teeth inside a tissue?
Mom: What?
Zach: A dancing tissue teeth!
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Methinks these are his interpretations of the one (thanks, Motherhood) clean (thanks, DeLene!) joke I can remember and told him a while back:
A: How do you make a tissue dance?
B: I dunno. (Bonus points if you think of the same person I do when reading this line.)
A: Put a little boogie in it!
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