Trying for a little face time


Karl and I sat down to talk about our days. Abbey hasn’t quite caught on that we don’t really want to be interrupted, so she sat with her hand in the air until one of us recognized her presence and asked her what she wanted.

“I have a knock knock joke!” she smiled.

Without waiting for our reply, she went right into it.

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?” I asked.

“Orange.”

“Orange who?”

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Orange.”

“Orange who?”

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Orange.”

“Orange who?”

“Knock knock.”

And on and on she went until she reached the punchline.

“Who’s there?”

“Banana!”

“Banana who?”

“Banana, aren’t you glad I didn’t say orange?!”

Then, Abbey’s face took on the strangest expression. She knew it was supposed to be funny, but it didn’t sound quite right. She just couldn’t figure out why. So, I said, “Let me tell you one, okay?”

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Banana.”

“OH, I know what I did!!!”

We went through the whole thing again. The other 3 kids heard us talking and laughing. Of course, they didn’t want to be left out of all the fun. They piled onto the big couch and started telling all the knock knock jokes they could think of. They even made up of several of their own. They were terrible! And terribly loud.

After about half an hour, we had to stop all the joking and put the kids in bed.

I decided to sit for a moment to chronicle the highlight of my yucky Monday. Yes, that insanely loud and hilarious/not hilarious thirty minutes was a good moment. Now the house is quiet and … I take that back — Abbey just got up to tell me that she’s figured out how to snap her fingers. And I can hear them talking back there. They think I can’t hear them, but I can. They’re writing more bad knock-knock jokes.

Our attempt at a little quiet conversation before 10 pm is nearly futile with a full house. Can we get some credit for effort?

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8 thoughts on “Trying for a little face time

  1. Here’s a terrible one from my 2 year-old that we laughed at the first time. Now my almost 5 year-old tells it incessantly:Knock knock.Who’s there?Banana.Banana who?Banana for eating!Kids: [Ensuring hilario]Us: [Groans]

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  2. You aren’t alone. I’ve got a seven month old in my lap as I type. There’s never any time for adult conversation around here!

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  3. My boys went through a phase of making up the WORST knock knock jokes known to man and it’s one of my fondest memories, sitting around the table, (pretending to be) laughing…

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