Owen told his first joke yesterday. At least the first jokingly thing he intentionally said, he's certainly said plenty of other funny things!
A little background (although this in no way guarantees you will find this as funny as Dave and I did): Dave has had a very sore back since he returned from Kenya a month ago and as such can't easily pick Owen up to carry him. Owen for his part insists on being carried everywhere these days, I think it is his reaction to Elliot and I"m sure it will pass. I waffle between being frustrated at this and enjoying it as I know one day he will never want me to carry him again. That being said, I wouldn't mind if he stopped insisting on being carried up and down the stairs...which is where the joke comes in.
I was upstairs giving Elliot a bath and it was time for O to head up for his bath.
O: Daddy, carry me upstairs?
D: no, you can walk. I'll hold your hand
O: no, carry me!
D: I can't carry you
O: because you have a sore back?
D: yes.
O: carry me?
D: how about you carry me up the stairs?
O (laughing at this): no, you are too big. I am too little.
D: you carry me? (mocking Owen)
O: I can't, I have a sore back (then breaks into a fit of laughter at his own joke)
which we also thought was quite funny, and clever.
And a pic of E from this morning:
We're raising clones.
A little background (although this in no way guarantees you will find this as funny as Dave and I did): Dave has had a very sore back since he returned from Kenya a month ago and as such can't easily pick Owen up to carry him. Owen for his part insists on being carried everywhere these days, I think it is his reaction to Elliot and I"m sure it will pass. I waffle between being frustrated at this and enjoying it as I know one day he will never want me to carry him again. That being said, I wouldn't mind if he stopped insisting on being carried up and down the stairs...which is where the joke comes in.
I was upstairs giving Elliot a bath and it was time for O to head up for his bath.
O: Daddy, carry me upstairs?
D: no, you can walk. I'll hold your hand
O: no, carry me!
D: I can't carry you
O: because you have a sore back?
D: yes.
O: carry me?
D: how about you carry me up the stairs?
O (laughing at this): no, you are too big. I am too little.
D: you carry me? (mocking Owen)
O: I can't, I have a sore back (then breaks into a fit of laughter at his own joke)
which we also thought was quite funny, and clever.
And a pic of E from this morning:
Owen at the same age. |
We're raising clones.
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