Monday, November 10, 2008

Telling Jokes

I told a joke to the kids on the way home on Saturday. It was a joke I had heard on the Blues Brother album back in the seventies.

I said, "Hey, when he get home, who wants to have a wish sandwich?"

"What's a wish sandwich?" Anna asked.

"A wish sandwich is when you have two slices of bread, and you wish you had something to put between them."

Nobody laughed. Then Anna said, "Dad, when we get home I'm making lunch."

I think the kids are laughing less and less at my jokes. As they get older they are starting to become more embarrassed by me.

PJ tells a lot of jokes. Some time ago I bought him a book of "1001 Stupid Jokes" at a thrift shop for fifty cents. He has read and re-read it to the point where the pages have become dog-eared. He tells all of his jokes in a complete dead pan way.

"Dad, what happens to a lion who eats a comedian?"

"I don't know, PJ, what happens."

"He feels funny."

"That's pretty funny, PJ." I force a little laugh.

"Dad, what's a comedian?"

"That is someone who tells jokes for a living."

"So I guess I am a comedian, huh."

"Well, sure, PJ, kind of."

Then there is Sam, who doesn't know that many jokes, but has an infectious laugh and says things that are unintentionally hilarious. But on this particular occasion, he decided to tell a joke to a woman who happened to be at our house. It was a joke, that he had heard Anna and PJ telling each other during the day.

"Hey, " he said, "did you know that Uranus is a gas giant?" and then he started laughing.

Now that was pretty funny, but of course I had to hold it in and tell Sam that that wasn't an appropriate thing to say to a grown up.

1 comment:

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