I am vegging on the couch, reading my latest Kindle find when Tori knocks my book aside and grins at me. “Knock knock!”
“Knock, knock, mommy,” she says, frowning a little.
“Oh. I get it. Who’s there?”
“Broccoli eyeball!” she says, dissolving into laughter. Seeing her delighted face, I laugh too. This, of course, encourages her.
This time I don’t miss my cue. “Who’s there?”
“Ceiling broccoli eyeball.”
This, to her, is even funnier and she screams with laughter.
“Now you say it.”
“Oh. Who’s there?” I know what she wants me to do, of course. But I can’t resist teasing her.
“NO, you say knock knock!”
She nods vigorously.
“Okay. Knock knock.”
“Who’s there,” she asks, already laughing.
“Table tangerine turtle.”
She falls against me as she shakes with laughter.
I used to try to tell real knock knock jokes. But they never got nearly as good of a reaction.
“Do it again,” she cries.
“Okay,” I say. “Knock knock…”
This will continue as long as I let it. Eventually, though, I have to end the fun.
“Knock knock,” I say.
“Tori needs to go to bed.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, but I don’t want to!” she says, stomping her foot. It’s amazing how fast her temper can turn.
“If you come upstairs without complaint, we can tell more knock knock jokes once you’re in bed…”
“I. Don’t. Want. To.”
“Alright,” I sigh. “I guess we’re going to have to do this the hard way.”
I stretch my arms in front of me and start waggling my fingers.
“Are you ready? Because the tickle monster’s coming! RARRRRRR!”
This last is said as I start across the couch toward her.
“No, mommy, I don’t want the tickle monster!”
But she’s grinning and running for the stairs.
“You better hurry! The tickle monster’s going to get you…”
And then I chase her up, roaring all the way.
That’s how most days nights go around here. With a lot of giggles, a little tickling, and smiles as bright as the June sunshine.
It’s a good way to end the day.