So far, six is my favourite age.
My six-year-old son has just recently discovered puns of the visual and verbal variety. We’ve finally graduated to giggles from blank stares over knock-knock jokes, and it’s great, because something finally is breaking up the potty humor monotony.
In fact, kidlet’s even made a few inadvertent puns of his own recently. Some kid at school punched his new watch and broke it. We were all very upset about it, until he commented, “Yeah, that kid really clocked my watch.”
He didn’t understand why dad and I snickered. At least, not until we explained the joke he made. Then he spent the rest of the night convinced he was a comic genius.
It runs in the family.
Needless to say, I think puns are awesome, and as far as I’m concerned, the worse they are, the better they are. I could I even got a snicker out of this one.
Admit it: you laughed, unless you aren’t a Hunger Games fan… then you were probably just very, very confused.
