Trying to teach the value of a good Knock Knock joke to a 4 year old is a challenge. I cannot tell you how many times Abram will come up to me and say, "Knock Knock Mama." I take a deep breath and say unenthusiastically, "Whoooos therrrre?" He rattles off some nonsensical statement. Okay for instance, "Knock knock...Who's there?...Door...Door who?....Why dont you answer it with a banana?" Then this is followed by a crazy amount of little boy laughter. I give him the raised eyebrow and fake "hahaha". After he contains himself he wants to do it again and again and yet again. So I have to say, " Abram honey, that's not really funny." Let me teach you some good ones okay. So he listens, and I even have him repeat them to me in hopes he will memorize them, and when trying them out on his brothers he will get the squeal of laughter he hungers for.
So today was another knock-knock day. The same droning on of missed punchlines. I have to be honest with him, I can't encourage something that lasts this eternally long if its NOT funny. So we rehearsed the same joke that I know, I'm sure there are more but I havent made it a hobby to expand my knock knock repetoire. Maybe this time it would stick with him. So after much rehearsing, I sent him out of my bedroom to practice them on his two older brothers. He proudly pounced off of my bed with his new joke ready to try out. So I listened from the other room, and this is how it went down.
Abram: Isaiah! Knock Knock!
Abram: Isaiah!! Knock knock!
The background has the noise of boys wrestling around with one another
Abram: Isaaaaaiah pllllleeeeease! Knock Knock!!!
Isaiah: ABRAM! Come on Man! I can't take anymore knock knock jokes.
Abram: But this is funny!
I hear the boys resume wrestling again.
Silence in the background
Mom: Listen to his knock knock joke please.
Abram: On cue says, "Knock knock"
Isaiah: In a silly loud voice says, "Whhhhhhhho's there???"
Abram: oblivious to the sarcasm, responds, "Boo!"
Isaiah: Sounding like he's crying, "Booohooo?"
Abram: *giggling* "Why are you crying?" *giggling*
Isaiah: Give me 5! You are the Man!!
Abram gives him a hard 5. He shoves open my bedroom door with a puffed up chest, unaware that I have been listening.
Mom: So, how did it go?
Abram sits down on the bed and raises one eyebrow and retorts, "Well, to be honest I think it was a fake laugh." And then jumps off the bed like a superhero and gives me a HIGH FIVE, and says, "Oh well, do you know anymore?"
Mom: Nope, that's as good as it gets baby!"
Friday, March 10, 2006
Posted by Trina at 2:39 PM