Your dad is a huge teller of jokes. Mommy, however, is on the opposite end of the joke spectrum. I appreciate a clever joke and a hearty laugh, but I hate telling them.

Unfortunately, Daddy is always pestering me to, "Tell me a joke." Bah. One day, on a particularly creative day, I actually came up with a funny that I couldn't wait to spring on him. Here's how it goes:

"Knock! Knock!"

"Who's there?"

"Devin."

"Devin who?"

"Definitely time to get a new doorbell!"

I was so, so, so proud of myself for coming up with this one in your honor. Even if, I'm sure, I am not the originator of this witty knock-knock joke. The fact is, I came up with it myself without hearing it from another soul. So whether it's that incredibly original or not doesn't matter.

As proud as I am, this is THE joke that I tell your dad now every time he directs that annoying query at me.

The other day, as I was strapping you into your carseat, you started making some silly noises. Then you rapped your knuckles on your leg and said, "Knock! Knock!" I laughed and said, "Who's there?" You just grinned at me so I said, "Say, Devin." You obliged and I responded with the next line, "Devin who?"

And what did you say?

"Devin new bell!"

Oh. My. Word!

You knew my joke! I was on the phone to Daddy in a flash, of course. That was definitely worth sharing.

Posted on August 7, 2006 03:48 PM