martinimade

So tonight during her bath, the Diva starts telling knock-knock jokes, which caught me completely by surprise.

D: Knock-knock.
Me: Who's there?
D: Duck.
Me: Duck who?
D: The duck who wouldn't open the door.

Then she would laugh. And launch into:

D: Knock-knock.
Me: Who's there?
D: Crab.
Me: Crab who?
D: The crab that's in the soup.

And again with the laughing. So I try to tell one:

Me: Knock-knock.
D: Who's there?
Me: Boo.
D: Boo who?
Me: There's no need to cry. It's only a knock-knock joke.

Silence. You could hear crickets. It dawns on me that they're not so much jokes but surrealist koans.

D: Knock-knock.
Me: Who's there?
D: I don't know.

And again with the laughing. I think I need to work on my material. Maybe if I add some farting noises my jokes will be a real hit with the three-year old set.