Sunday, September 11, 2005

Laugh long and hard

Jax is DYING because we bought Dex's Halloween costume two weeks ago at Costco and Jax does not yet have one. It is apparently so not fair. Never mind that Stephen has taken the kids to every party supply store within a 15 mile radius trying to find a costume for Jax (he wants to be Qui-Gon Jinn) but to no avail. Qui-Gon was killed during Episode 1: The Phantom Menace so of course he isn't a popular character six years after the movie came out. And nevermind that Halloween is still seven weeks away. It is SUPER-URGENT that we get a costume this week. Now, however, Jax has changed his mind and he wants to be Darth Maul. And he spent the afternoon colouring a wrapping paper tube to resemble a double-bladed lightsaber (ok, sorry for the non-Star Wars fans). I just know that he will be crushed if we cannot find him a Darth Maul costume (again, he too was killed during Episode 1: The Phantom Menace - after slaying Qui-Gon Jinn).

So, Halloween talk abounds here and during dinner this evening, Jax and Dex wanted to know what Stephen and I dressed up as when we were kids. My standard was a gypsy. Stephen said he went as a hockey player often (usually after practice!), a baseball player and a couple of times as a bum (as in tramp or hobo). Well, imagine what a five year old and a seven year old thought of when they heard bum. They thought their dad would dress up as a huge derriere. The peals of laughter were so loud and long and were so contagious that for a good five minutes the five of us were laughing up a storm.

Cars of course did not understand but joined in the laughter and figured as long as we were laughing he should tell a joke. KNOCK-KNOCK MOM! he shouts (because apparently that is all he is capable of doing these days). KNOCK-KNOCK MOM! KNOCK-KNOCK MOM! until I say "Who's there?". BAN-NA! BAN-NA! "Banana who?" BAN-NA HAHAHAHAHA! And then we repeat it a couple of more times until:

KNOCK-KNOCK MOM!
"Who's there?"
ORGE UH-UH-UH BAN-NA! HAHHAHAHAHAHA!

Ok, I know he doesn't get the joke and I don't know who taught it to him (it was either Dex or the babysitter) but it is pretty funny that he knows the joke.

Geez, my kids are great!

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