Like every other parent on the planet we trudge along the treadmill in a relentless quest for growth and development. But for more than a couple of years we’ve also been pursuing an interest in telling jokes as someone has ambitions to be a stand-up comedian.
Sadly there are so many lessons to learn along the way: timing, delivery, audibility, diction, intonation, volume control and not falling on the fall in hysterics before the punch-line.
Generally our whole family favors knock, knock and elephant jokes but occasionally we branch out into other areas. A birthday present gives us the opportunity to analyze even more aspects of this skill set but it is also the source of great frustration.
Gradually over a two-week period we achieve amazing progress, culminating in a small surprise for the world weary parent.
It is just after I have spent far too long modeling examples of what not to do that I have one last attempt at an up-beat demonstration of ‘how to.’
I ask him in fully operationally cheerleader mode, “What’s black and white and read all over?”
“A zebra with an explosive nose-bleed.”