I’ve noticed over the past little while that Amy has been starting to develop a sense of humour. It’s been interesting to see, and really warms my heart to watch her personality grow. Last night I had the idea to teach her a ‘knock, knock’ joke, I was curious to see whether she would understand the concept.
Of course it had been a while since I had told a ‘knock, knock’ joke, and the only one I could remember was ‘Knock, Knock. Whose there? Luke. Luke who? Luke through the keyhole and you’ll find out.’ A pretty solid start to sparking that comedic spark I thought.
Except every time I said ‘knock, knock’ she would just say ‘knock, knock’ right back to me. It was funny at first, especially with her laughing so hard at just that alone, but pretty soon she learnt to say ‘whose there?’ when I said ‘knock, knock’ to her. Her understanding then evolved into saying random names after she asked ‘whose there’….so the joke would go like this, Me: ‘knock, knock.’ Amy: ‘Whose there?’ Amy: ‘Hannah,’ followed by raucous laughter as she laughed at her own joke.
I was beginning to wonder at my sanity for wanting to teach her a joke. I turned to Google to find some new material. Helpful hint, remember to ask for clean knock, knock jokes if you search – turns out there are a lot of so-called dirty knock, knock jokes too! A few new jokes in my arsenal, and she was really getting into this.
‘Knock, knock. Whose there? Etch. Etch who? Bless you!’ Solid material, and she giggled like a school girl, which of course she is.
The jokes continued into bathtime, when she was actually ‘luke-ing’ through the keyhole and asking me to say the joke again, and again. Then they progressed into bedtime, and that’s when I realised the joke was actually on me. I think she fell asleep saying ‘knock, knock’ to me, but by then I was over Luke and Etch.
The education continues, for both her and I.