My Son the Comedian

Thomas has recently discovered "knock-knock" jokes. His delivery isn't exactly flawless but we end up laughing hysterically anyway. Here is a sample of a joke-fest we had in the car today:

"Momma, Momma, knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Blue."
"Blue, who?"
"I'm sure glad I didn't ask for a banana!" Then he dissolves into laughter.

Last week I decided to build his material and told him the old "banana-orange" routine. It should go like this:

"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Banana, who?"
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Banana, who?"
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Orange."
"Orange, who?"
"Orange you glad I didn't say banana?"

This is how Thomas does it:

"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Banana, who?"
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Orange."
"Orange, who?"
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Banana, who?"
"Man, I wish I had asked for an orange!"

He kills me! What a great boy!