My kids tell me a lot of jokes. Most of them don’t make an ounce of sense and occasionally, when I have been forced to participate in an excessive amount of knock knock jokes, I must admit, I’ve wondered if The Chinese Water Torture would offer a similar experience. It occurred to me awhile back that I have never met a kid who didn’t love to tell a good joke (or a bad joke – not bad like inappropriate, bad like . . . not funny), and perhaps it is simply that joke telling is an important developmental milestone every child must reach. So, I am, at least, happy to know my children are developing properly and reaching all necessary stages of life, but I am extra happy that one of them is now old enough to tell me real jokes. Today Abe asked me this:
Abe: A man went on a trip on Friday. He stayed for two days and then returned on Friday. How is that possible?
Me: I don’t know.
Abe: Friday was his horse!
Since I have never been capable of recalling good jokes (the only one I can ever consistently bring to mind is Q: What do you call a dog with no legs? A: It doesn’t matter, he still won’t come), I think I will now put Abe in charge of teaching his sisters a thing or two.