Knock Knock

10 04 2008

I am having a terrible time focusing this week. Procrastination is strong with this one (me). Since I’m not folding laundry or making lunch anyway, I might as well blog.

My small son has been gifted a natural sense of humor. He understands things that are funny and even why they are funny. My daughter? Not so much. She laughs a ton, but when it comes to jokes she is lacking some understanding. I have a vivid memory of her last Summer Solstice, trying desperately to tell Elaine the “Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?” joke. That one has been a work in progress for probably two years now. She still doesn’t fully understand how it works.

Yesterday as we were leaving Target, I said, “let us go!” which reminded me a bit of a knock-knock joke my grandma used to tell which ended in “Lettuce be alone together!” I did some quick thinking (so unlike me) and decided that I had the perfect opportunity for a lesson in jokes right in front of me.

“Hey, M. Knock-knock!”
“Who’s there?”
“Lettuce!”
“Lettuce who?”
“Lettuce leave the store now!”
“But mom. You said ‘lettuce’. Not ‘let us’.”
“Yes, dear. That’s the point.”

Oh well. Maybe next year.

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