Comedians

10:30 a.m. I'm sitting here in the food court at Wegmans with a cup of tea. I'm feeling much better now, nearly back to normal though I still don't have much of an appetite. Actually that's a blessing. I can feel virtuous about not eating, without any real deprivation.

The only after effect of my illness yesterday is an inability to laugh hard without causing myself pain. Vomiting does such violence to one's whole system, including the muscles around the midriff. It hurts to laugh or cough right now.

Fortunately my sons are not what you'd call born comedians. Today the twins were telling knock knock jokes in the car. They were mangling the old banana/orange knock knock joke, so I told it to them again:

"Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Banana. Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Banana. Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Banana. Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Orange."

"Orange who?"

"Orange you glad I didn't say banana again?"

Gales of laughter from the back seat. They are, at least, an appreciative audience. Then they tried telling the joke, only putting their own spin on it.

"Knock knock," Matthew said to Stephen.

"Who's there?" Stephen responded.

"Tree!"

"Tree who?"

"Tree you glad I didn't say house?"

More gales of laughter. As Tab said, a career in comedy is just not in the cards for our boys.

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