Funny of the Day

This is an old one that I was reminded of recently. (My brain is some whacked-out patchwork quilt of random memories. I don't pretend to understand how it functions, if it functions.)

Mopsy, QB and I were all lying in bed together. She must have been around three or so. QB was getting shoved over one side and kept asking Mopsy and me to scooch over. Each time, she and I would slide ourselves over another inch. "Scooch over!" he kept saying.

Finally Mopsy, fed up, announced, "There's no more scooch!"