His joy at the wordplay is matched only by his seeming addiction to their grammar, causing him to take pleasure in jokes he can't possibly understand.
The secret of comedy may be timing, but for my son this merely means speed is the order of the day.
He caveated this immediately by soberly telling me that cats themselves posed difficulties, specifically when it came to feeding.
My son now peppers every conversation with gags so wonderfully bad they'd strip paint.
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