The boys and I were at a burger joint together, having fun. I told Calfgrit7 that I learned a new knock-knock joke. “Do you want to hear it?” I asked.
“OK, you start it,” I said.
“Knock, knock,” he said.
“Who’s there?” I said, smiling big.
He paused for a moment and then got mad. He crossed his arms over his chest, pouted, and lowered his head to look at me through his eyebrows. He doesn’t like being made the target of jokes.
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Later that night, sitting with Cowgrit because she wanted to show me some Disney World information for planning our vacation, I wanted to try again.
“I have a new knock-knock joke,” I said.
“That’s nice,” she said. “Now check this list of rides in the Magic Kingdom. . .”