Proof It’s Not All Gloom and Doom.

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 joke

“Hmmm? What?”

“Knock, knock, mommy,” she says, frowning a little.

“Oh. I get it. Who’s there?”

“Broccoli.”

“Broccoli who?”

“Broccoli eyeball!” she says, dissolving into laughter. Seeing her delighted face, I laugh too. This, of course, encourages her.

“Knock knock!”

This time I don’t miss my cue. “Who’s there?”

“Ummm, ceiling.”

“Ceiling who?”

“Ceiling broccoli eyeball.”

This, to her, is even funnier and she screams with laughter.

“Now you say it.”

“Say what?”

“Knock knock!”

“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!”

“Me?”

She nods vigorously.

“Okay. Knock knock.”

“Who’s there,” she asks, already laughing.

“Table.”

“Table who?”

“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.

“Who’s there?”

“Tori.”

“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.

4 Comments on Proof It’s Not All Gloom and Doom.

  1. Jodi
    January 25, 2013 at 7:40 pm (3 years ago)

    Oh, my…I see your daughter is as bad at knock knock jokes as mine is! Her “jokes” would be the exact same thing! And you know they don’t know anything to say because they’ll look around and say something like “candle” because its on the table. When she does this when her school friends, they hoot and hollar and laugh like she’s the funniest person in the world. It is hysterical. Glad to see in some ways they are all the same.

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    • Amber
      January 31, 2013 at 9:14 pm (3 years ago)

      I kinda love it. Someday even my funniest attempts are going to be met with a roll of the eyes. I’m trying to appreciate my tangerine tables while I can.

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  2. Lady Jennie
    January 27, 2013 at 3:32 am (3 years ago)

    Sweet – that is a good way to end the day. :-)

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    • Amber
      January 31, 2013 at 9:14 pm (3 years ago)

      Knock knock? Who’s there? You’re right. You’re right who? You’re right that that’s one of the better ways to end the day.

      I’m not much better at them than she is.

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