Em: "Why did the chicken cross the road?"
Me: "I don't know...why?"
Em: "To get a chicken roast!"
[crickets]
Em: "Get it? Chicken roast? Cause 'roast' is like 'road', but you just switch the last letters and you have R-O-A-S-T? It's like a play on words."
Me: "But that doesn't make any sense."
Em: "But it's FUNNY! It's a lot funnier than 'to get to the other side.'"
Me: "I agree, 'to get to the other side' isn't very funny either. But I think 'to get to the other side' is supposed to be ironic. It plays with expectations. Like, people usually expect jokes to have a twist, but 'to get to the other side' is a sensible answer. So I think they are going for irony."
[pause]
Em: "I have no idea what you are talking about."
Me: "Well..."
Em: "'Chicken roast' makes sense! The chicken wants to eat a chicken roast - get it? Get it? And that's what makes it funny!"
Me: "Okay. If you say so. But I think the general rule with jokes is that if you have to explain why the joke is funny, that might be a sign that it's not the best joke."
Em: "Well, that doesn't make any sense. If I don't explain that the chicken roast man is on the other side of the road and he's giving away balloons and the roast smells really yummy, then people won't know why the chicken wants one so badly!"
Me: "Okay. You win. I take it all back. Great joke."
Em: "Thank you."
Showing posts with label jokes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jokes. Show all posts
Monday, May 7, 2012
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Jokes, Jokes, Jokes
In the short video below, Sophie and Em each take a stab at making us laugh.
A little background:
You may recall from a recent post that Sophie's joke-telling skills need some honing. So my Dad taught her the classic knock knock joke about the banana and the orange. She loves it, but as you can see, she sometimes has a bit of trouble remembering the order.
A few hours before this video was taken, a discussion about marriage proposals ended with Chris and I sharing the story of our somewhat long and winding way to the alter. I believe that's where Emma's joke comes from. (They say the truth hurts, but sometimes the truth is just straight-up funny.)
A little background:
You may recall from a recent post that Sophie's joke-telling skills need some honing. So my Dad taught her the classic knock knock joke about the banana and the orange. She loves it, but as you can see, she sometimes has a bit of trouble remembering the order.
A few hours before this video was taken, a discussion about marriage proposals ended with Chris and I sharing the story of our somewhat long and winding way to the alter. I believe that's where Emma's joke comes from. (They say the truth hurts, but sometimes the truth is just straight-up funny.)
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
The Art of the Joke
Yesterday, I decided to teach Emma the fine art of a good Knock Knock joke. I start by outlining the set-up: I say Knock Knock, she says Who's There, etc. Once she had that down, I let loose with basically the only Knock Knock joke I know:
Me: Knock Knock
Em: Who's there?
Me: Orange.
Em: Orange who?
Me: Orange you glad to see me?
Blank stare. Crickets. No giggle, no smile...not even a smirk. I prepare to explain the joke to her, but she decides she wants to try a joke of her own before I can say a word. I'm excited by her enthusiasm and encourage her to jump right in. And she does.
Em: Knock Knock
Me: Who's there?
Em: Lemon
Me: Lemon who?
Em: Seramuna.
Hmmm...what? I tell Emma that I didn't fully understand her punchline and ask her why she said "Seramuna" (approximate spelling, by the way - sounds like the name "Sarah" combined with "moon-a"). She calmly replies, "Because Seramuna is Lemon's last name."
Oh. Of course. Lemon's full name...got it, makes perfect sense. I then realize my failure in explaining one of the most important components of the Knock Knock joke - the play on words. So I patiently tell her how "orange" sounds like "aren't" and therein lies the joke. She seems to get it and says she understands. Then she tries again.
Em: Knock Knock
Me: Who's there?
Em: Lemon
Me: Lemon who?
Em: Lemon, would you come back?
I let out an involuntary laugh - her punchline is so unexpected and she tells the joke so earnestly, like she's reciting a just-memorized poem or giving a particularly grueling presentation at show and tell. I tell her Great Job and then proceed to explain why her joke isn't really a JOKE. I start referencing the good old "orange" vs. "aren't" comparison again to illustrate the difference between her joke and mine. She hears me through. Then she points out, "But your joke wasn't funny, and mine was."
Well. Hard to argue with that logic. And the lesson, apparently, is mine.
So I'll leave you with Emma's final Knock Knock of the day.
Em: Knock Knock
Me: Who's there?
Em: Lime
Me: Lime who?
Em: Shencky.
You decide if you think it's funny. I personally find it hilarious.
Me: Knock Knock
Em: Who's there?
Me: Orange.
Em: Orange who?
Me: Orange you glad to see me?
Blank stare. Crickets. No giggle, no smile...not even a smirk. I prepare to explain the joke to her, but she decides she wants to try a joke of her own before I can say a word. I'm excited by her enthusiasm and encourage her to jump right in. And she does.
Em: Knock Knock
Me: Who's there?
Em: Lemon
Me: Lemon who?
Em: Seramuna.
Hmmm...what? I tell Emma that I didn't fully understand her punchline and ask her why she said "Seramuna" (approximate spelling, by the way - sounds like the name "Sarah" combined with "moon-a"). She calmly replies, "Because Seramuna is Lemon's last name."
Oh. Of course. Lemon's full name...got it, makes perfect sense. I then realize my failure in explaining one of the most important components of the Knock Knock joke - the play on words. So I patiently tell her how "orange" sounds like "aren't" and therein lies the joke. She seems to get it and says she understands. Then she tries again.
Em: Knock Knock
Me: Who's there?
Em: Lemon
Me: Lemon who?
Em: Lemon, would you come back?
I let out an involuntary laugh - her punchline is so unexpected and she tells the joke so earnestly, like she's reciting a just-memorized poem or giving a particularly grueling presentation at show and tell. I tell her Great Job and then proceed to explain why her joke isn't really a JOKE. I start referencing the good old "orange" vs. "aren't" comparison again to illustrate the difference between her joke and mine. She hears me through. Then she points out, "But your joke wasn't funny, and mine was."
Well. Hard to argue with that logic. And the lesson, apparently, is mine.
So I'll leave you with Emma's final Knock Knock of the day.
Em: Knock Knock
Me: Who's there?
Em: Lime
Me: Lime who?
Em: Shencky.
You decide if you think it's funny. I personally find it hilarious.
Labels:
day in the life,
emma,
good for a laugh,
jokes
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