M. has finally mastered the Knock Knock joke. It took some help from mom, but she can now say two jokes correctly: the old stand bys “Orange” and “Boo.”
This is a big deal because since she first discovered Knock Knock jokes a year ago, she’s kind of missed the point. Here’s an example of a 2008 M. Knock-Knock joke.
M.: “Knock knock!”
Me: “Who’s there?”
M.: “Pink flower.”
Me: “Um, pink flower who?”
M.: “Pink flower silly baby underpants! HAHAHAHAHA!”
It’s impossible to recreate exactly what her final response would be, but in each case they would be utter nonsense followed by her manic guffawing. It left me scratching my head, wondering if I had dropped her on her own head in her earliest months and somehow created this weird kid who said such odd things.
I’ll gladly take five minutes of the same two jokes repeated constantly over that.
She’s very good at riddles, also. Car trips around town are easy when she’s in the mood for riddles.