It was one of the proudest moments of fatherhood so far - right up there with our daughter's first words, first steps, first use of toilet without my help.
We were sitting on the living room floor playing the Scrabble Junior game she received on her fifth birthday a few weeks ago. She had just finished a play and had drawn two new letter tiles from the pool.
"I got a 'P,'" she exclaimed as she chose the second tile.
"Well," I said. "The bathroom is right over there. I'll wait for you."
A few seconds when by while her five-year-old brain processed my seemingly inappropriate response.
Then the amazing thing happened. Here face changed from a look of confusion, to sudden recognition as she "got" the word play, then a huge sincere smile.
That was followed by several minutes of uncontrollable laughter at my lame joke.
I couldn't help but laugh myself. Not at the joke, but at the fact that she got the punchline. Sure, she's laughed at jokes before but only because she knows she's supposed to, not because she really thinks it's funny.
When the giggling finally stopped, she said "Tell that joke again!"
But it was time to move on. I mean, I also have to teach showmanship. Always leave them wanting more.
tagged: family, joke, humor, pun, word play, parenting