“In what way?” Polina asked, interested.
Bill quickly leafed through the book. Much of the humor was topical, and involved concepts that Polina would not understand, unfamiliar as she was to modern technology. He grinned as he found one of his favorites and read it to her.
The story of the beach crew who had decided to blow up a dead whale with dynamite had her smiling in a few minutes. By the time he came to the end, she had slid off her chair and was rolling around on the ground, clutching her stomach with laughter.
Encouraged, he started to tell her the silly, terrible jokes which he loved.
“What's blue and smells like red paint?”
“What?” she asked, eyes sparkling.
“Blue paint,” he replied, and was rewarded with more laughter.
“What's green and has wheels?”
“What?”
“Grass,” he
