The Jokester

Son #1 is into knock-knock jokes. He makes up his own. Let me tell you some of them. Because no one should ever suffer alone.

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Aren’t you glad I’m a banana?

Laughter ensues.

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Let us.
Let us who?
Aren’t you glad we’re going to the Hawaiian?

More Laughter.

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Silly.
Silly who?
Aren’t you glad I’m thinking about supper?

Maniacal laughter.

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Momma.
Momma who?
Aren’t you thankful for bananas?

Snorting laughter.

From here on out, we’ll forgo the “knock knock” and “who’s there” parts. We’ll just say “blah blah, etc.”

Blah blah, etc
Guitar.
Guitar who?
Aren’t you glad you play the guitar?

He’s doubled over with laughter.

Blah blah, etc.
Couch.
Couch who?
Aren’t you glad you’re not a banana?

He runs around the room laughing.

Blah blah, etc.
Orange.
Orange who?
Aren’t you glad you’re a banana?

He rolls on the floor laughing.

Blah blah, etc.
Curtains.
Curtains who?
I’m glad we have some curtains on the wall.

Hernia-inducing laughter.

And it goes on and on. I’m looking forward to the day he can read a joke book.

And one day, he’ll realize that bananas aren’t that funny.

to the future jokesters,
– Caleb