For the last several years, LilZ has periodically come home with schoolyard riddles and jokes to tell to us.
Say the word “lettuce” and spell the word “cup”
Of course, we have heard them all, and since we’re both too immature to just humor him, we always have to tell him we’ve heard it before. We’ll either just point blank say, “no” or we’ll use our snotty tone that implies “duh…” at the end of the joke. Sometimes, we may have not heard the joke before, but we don’t act humored enough for LilZ so he always walks away irritated he couldn’t “trick” us to any degree that we would find impressive. We’re kinda snotty like that.
This has made LilZ (who is also very Type A) work even harder to try to trick us with riddles or jokes. Which, of course, has made us resist them even more.
There’s a red house and a blue house on a street, so where’s the white house?
Duh. In Washington, D.C.
And every time we burst his bubble by not falling for the joke, or for figuring out the riddle, he gets really irritated.
JEEZ. Can’t you just pretend that you’ve never heard it?
All of this may seem kinda harsh for MrZ and I, right? Why couldn’t we have just pandered to him each time and let him get the thrill of “tricking” a grown-up with his sly jokes. Why couldn’t we simply play dumb? Well, because we are jackasses, of course. But also? Because we knew it would make the one day he truly “got” us that much better.
Or at least that’s what I’m saying now, since he totally “got” me last night.
Him: There’s a turtle turned over on his back. How does you get him flipped over the right way without touching him?
Me: Um, I use a stick?
Him: Nope. That’s still touching him. Take the “t” out of “turtle,” the “c” out of “back,” and the “f” out of “way”…
Me: furrowing my brow and concentrating because I don’t get it…um…there’s no “f” in “way”…
Update from 2020: I just told that one to Wes and he cracked up.
See LilZ waiting to see if I was being serious with my confusion and then cue him laughing hysterically and triumphantly…NOW! And see me taking a minute to get it and then BAM! I get it! And LilZ can now go on with his life knowing he “got” me with one of his jokes. The joy he felt last night was a release of YEARS worth of frustration and irritation. It was hysterical. He was so proud. Hell – I was proud of him. That was a damn good joke.
No effin’ way.