I’m not a funny person. I don’t have that natural ability to just make a joke out of anything. Now, witty? I would probably accept that label, but that’s not the topic of today’s conversation!
I have to admit that this prompt had me completely stuck so stuck, that I took a couple of days to think about it, and other things ended up getting in the way. (Is it a joke that as I was about to leave the car dealership with my newly-purchased SUV, that I discovered that the driver’s seat moves up and down electrically, but that this function didn’t actually work and I ended up waiting for another two hours for it to get fixed? No? Well, then …)
As the perfect joke eluded me – a joke I had once told, a joke I had once heard – I wondered what on Earth I was going to write about. I don’t know any jokes that really make people laugh; and any I had heard that had brought me to tears of hilarity, I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember. Most of the jokes told in my circle, I either don’t “get”, or I find lame. My poor dad has been the butt of the joke, so to speak, many a time when my brother and I have taken it upon ourselves to inform him that his jokes are SO lame. And that’s when it dawned on me. The Dad Joke.
I don’t know if it’s a pre-requisite for fatherhood, but it seems that the curse of The Dad Joke falls upon those newly-initiated into the paternity (geddit, geddit?). For as long as I can remember, my dad has told lame jokes. Every other dad I know tells lame jokes. Even Christian has started telling lame jokes, ever since little J was born! Getting back to my dad, though. Just because his jokes are lame, doesn’t mean he’s not funny. He’s funny (sometimes) when he tries to be, and even when he not trying. See, he thinks his jokes are hilarious, and bursts into laughter accordingly. And we – Mum, my brother, and me – join in. But, not because the joke is funny’ rather, because it’s funny to us that Dad finds his own jokes so funny. He good naturedly acts mock-embarrassed or mock-affronted by our teasing. He knows he’s got The Dad Joke curse.
Recently, I made a discovery about the legendary Dad Joke. It’s not exclusive to dads! My son is only 8 months old. He’s starting to understand things I say to him, and act (or react) accordingly. Not long ago, I said something to him that I thought was funny – I can’t even remember what it was, so clearly my funny gauge is faulty. Anyway, given that a lot of the gibberish I say to J to make him laugh actually makes him laugh, I expected the same reaction from this “joke”. He looked at me with a half-raised eyebrow and said “ha”. But not “ha, that’s funny, Mummy”, oh no. Rather, “ha, you’re not funny, Mummy, but I know you want me to laugh and this is all you’re getting”. Smart ass.
At first I was amused at his reaction. But after a few minutes, I realised that my son thought I was lame! Okay, so I realise that (a) it was only one instance of lameness, and (b) I may be overanalysing my little man’s budding sense of humour. But in that moment, I knew it had begun … The Mum Joke.
The joke’s on me!
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Mini Mummi Blogger is a first time mummy to a beautiful baby boy. Currently on maternity leave, she is looking to put her writing/publishing experience to good use through her blog, helping other mummies navigate through the wealth of often conflicting (and, sometimes, even discouraging) information out there about pregnancy and motherhood. She believes that every mummy knows what’s best for her own baby – even first time mums!
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