As told on an iPad between me in New York, and M, my three-year-old half-Japanese granddaughter, in Tokyo.
Me: Would you like to learn a knock-knock joke?
M: What is a knock-knock joke?
Me: Stick around, and you’ll see.
M: Ok.
Me: Knock-knock. Now, what do you say if someone comes to the door?
M: Who is it?
Me: Good enough! Knock, knock.
M: Who is it?
Me: Banana. Now you say, Banana who?
M: Banana? (looks perplexed) Banana who?
Me: Banana Banana! Ok, knock-knock.
M: Who is it?
Me: Banana.
M: What? Banana?
Me: Yes, banana. Now you say…
M: Who is it?
Me: No, banana…
M: Who?
Me: Right! Ok, last one, knock-knock!
M: Who is it?
Me: Oran….
M, with concerned disbelief: It’s me, Grammie. Your precious granddaughter.
Happy New Year to you all, precious readers. See you in 2022!
So sweet. Grandbabies are the best.
Like reading Samual Beckett's Waiting for Godot.