My son enjoys a good joke. Considering that he was mercilessly teased from the moment he joined the family, this is hardly surprising. What is surprising is that he responded in kind at such an early age. Logan told me his first joke when he was ten months old. He was sitting on my lap, being all cute and snuggly, when he reached for my finger. The joke goes something like this:
"Hey Mom! Gimme your finger for a minute! Watch me jam it into my mouth, chew on it and drool on it. Hahahahahaha!!!! Get it? I chewed your finger, Mom! It's funny!"
Since then, he has become a connoisseur of fine humor ranging from throwing food, pacifiers and toys on the floor (and laughing hysterically when Mommy picks said thing up for the 9000th time) to experimentally poking the cat to get the best noises. But his favorite joke is also his first word. His first word is "Bupp!" The exclamation point is important because he never just says "Bupp," or "Bupp...." It's "Bupp!" or he doesn't say it at all. Anyway...
"Bupp!" is the word Logan says when he honks somebody's nose or lips or ears, or whatever protruding body part he can reach. And he does this A LOT. It makes it worse that this kid turns into a 12-legged octopus (would that make him a dodecapus?) when it's time to clip those scratchy little fingernails. I can get about two nails clipped before I give up. That means that there are often long, pointy baby nails on and inside my nose when he decides to be silly.
So if you see me with long scratches on my face, it wasn't the cat or some kind of shaving accident. It was just Logan telling jokes.
