Is it a sign of extreme intelligence and excellent rearing that my nearly-four-year-old is already telling jokes? I like to think so... Not just the knock-knock or fart jokes beloved of all pre-schoolers (and indeed, his Uncle Matt), but proper witty banter. Two examples:
We were in the car, attempting to name as many different types of shark as we could. We went through the standards; Great White, Hammerhead, Whale Shark etc. George then volunteered the little known 'Mackerel Shark' and 'Tuna Shark' and we laughed. The conversation went on and George claimed he had recently seen Ish whistling in his tank. Unable to resist, I uttered the immortal question, 'was he whistling a tuna?!!' and again, there was laughter. Mine- hopeful, George's- patronising and shortlived.
'Mummy,' he said, 'we're not talking about sharks!'.
And at the tea table, we were discussing tools needed for the forthcoming demolition of the garden shed. BFS and George decided they each needed a hammer, a saw, and, possibly, they might use their bare hands.George ventured he thought he might use his head. I said, George, you're not a hammerhead shark!'. Immediate response from George? 'No, or a swordfish!'
Good, eh? Or is it just me being a doting mama?
And finally.
He accidentally set off the bullfight sound effect inside a cuddly bull shaped keyring. Gazing at it in 'is this a dagger I see before me' horror, he gasped dramatically,
'What is this haunted beast?!!!!?'
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