A Comedian is Born

Humor runs in the family.  Nothing makes my family happier then sharing a joke, making a joke, being in on a joke or becoming the butt of a joke.  Ok, maybe the last one is a stretch, but if it’s a good joke, even the butt can find it amusing or at least tolerable.  In my experience, if my dad is telling a story where I have to come out looking dumb for the joke, I just sit back and take it, knowing the more I protest the story the dumber I look.  I think the daughter does protest too much.

We weren’t surprised when Tornado E started to aspire into the family hobby.  I was more surprised at where he started.  He skipped over basic fart and burping jokes and went straight to knock-knock jokes.

Tornado E: Knock-knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Tornado E: Wormy!

Me: Wormy who?

Tornado E: Wormy has a hat! (Insert Tornado E’s manic laughter.)

If you get it, let me know.

But the uncles worked on him.

Me: Knock-knock.

Tornado E: Who’s there?

Me: Boo.

Tornado E: No, Mommy.  You have to use a word!

Uncle M: Trust us, Tornado E.

Uncle T: It’ll be funnier near the end.

Uncle M: Knock-knock.

Tornado E: Who’s there?

Uncle M: Boo!

Tornado E: NO!  Uncle M!  Use words!

Uncle T: Let’s try it again, Tornado E.  Knock-Knock . . .

After many hours of training, Tornado E made it.

Tornado E: Knock.  Knock.

Me: Who’s there?

Tornado E: Boo!

Me: Boo who?

Tornado E: (in a high pitched voice) Whyyoucrying?!  (insert Tornado E’s manic laughter.)

But the banana-orange knock-knock joke is far beyond Tornado E, but I won’t repeat the laborious hours of teaching that joke.  (WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING BANANA?!)  I have spent all afternoons saying “whose there” and “boo who.”  We haven’t gone to anything more complicated, waiting for him to get older, smarter, more sophisticated (because that’s what you need to get a good fart joke, according to the uncles.)

Then the other day Tornado E was eating breakfast with Tornado S while I unloaded the dishwasher.

Tornado E: Mommy, what do you call a man with a coconut on his head?

Me: I don’t know.  What do you call a man with a coconut on his head?

Tornado E: PAPI!!!! (insert Tornado E’s manic laughter)

My son made is first insult joke, alluding to my dad’s bald head.  My first thought was “Wait, until I tell Papi; you’re now open game.”  My second thought was, “Welcome to the family, kid.”

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