funny boy

Every morning at breakfast there is usually some kind of hilarity at the Cady house. Yesterday and today our antics involved "Knock, knock" jokes. Nicolas, in particular, likes to make up his own. Here's an idea of what they're like:

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Oatmeal.
Oatmeal who?
Oatmeal in the dog's ear. HA. HA.

One of Nic's favorites is one I told yesterday morning:

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange you glad I didn't say "banana" again?

With each round, the laughter grows and grows. Meg and Nic don't need to wait for the punchline to get the joke. They just delight in the mere telling of it. Because of that, this is (most likely) Nic's favorite "Knock, knock" joke.

So, this morning, Nic was bidding us to tell some "Knock, knock" jokes. No doubt, he had in mind the "Banana" joke. There was just one problem with that: we were running late, so we didn't have time to tell that particular one. So Heather told me to tell this one, instead:

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Boo.
Boo who?
Well, you don't need to cry about it! BOO HOO!

Nic thought this was funny, but it still wasn't the "Banana" joke, so he decided to tell it himself:

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Banana I didn't say banana. HA. HA.

Looking back on it now, I'm thinking: "It's not fair. His joke really was funnier than mine."