Son#4 decided to introduce The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#1 to the world of jokes.Son#4: Knock, knock.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 starts giggling.
Son#4: You’re meant to say, “Who’s there?” Start again. Knock, knock.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: Who’s there?
Son#4: Lettuce.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 starts giggling again.
Son#4: You say, “Lettuce who”.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: Lettuce who?
Son#4: Start again. Knock, knock.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: Who’s there?
Son#4: Lettuce.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: Lettuce who?
Son#4: Let us in, it’s cold out here.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: I don’t get what you mean.
Son#4 gives up laughing.
Then it was her turn.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: Knock, knock, who’s at the door?
Me: Who’s there?
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: [Inserts her name].
Me: [Inserts her name] who?
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1: [Starts laughing]. Me, silly.
Perhaps it’s a little early to expect her to understand the subtle play on language and shared experiences that are necessary to appreciate jokes, but if she’s anything like her father and uncles, I suspect I’m going to need to update my repertoire of Knock, Knock jokes very soon.
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