The Dilemma with Knock-Knock Jokes

Parenting

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When it comes to parenting, one truth stands out starkly in my household: it’s a bit of a gamble. My partner and I have experimented with various trendy parenting techniques over the years. We’ve embraced the free-spirited natural parenting approach, tried co-sleeping, and even attempted to eliminate the word “no” from our vocabulary. We’ve dabbled in time-outs, rewards systems with candy and toys for good behavior, and even a brief stint with spankings.

But honestly? We’re exhausted. Our kids often join forces against us, so we’ve decided to abandon the strategies that drain our joy. While we don’t resort to spanking, we do indulge in the occasional colorful language (okay, more than occasional). If you happen to be nearby our house any day from 2:30 PM to 7:30 PM, you might think that we have a rather passionate form of worship going on inside.

Our four-year-old son, a little chatterbox, has developed quite the vocabulary. Why wouldn’t he? His parents prefer to engage him like an equal rather than a pet. By the age of two, he could differentiate between “May I?” and “Can I?” His impressive word bank has wowed friends, family, and even our pediatrician. We couldn’t be prouder.

So, picture my excitement when my little wordsmith decided to share his own twist on a classic knock-knock joke—right in front of Grandma:

Four-Year-Old: “Knock-knock”
Me: “Who’s there?”
Four-Year-Old: “Bitch!”
Me: “Whaaaat?!”
Four-Year-Old: “You didn’t say knock-knock!”
Me: (trying to suppress laughter and shock, while also dying to know) “Uh, Bitch, erm…who?”
Four-Year-Old: “Bitch been knocking out here all day!”
Me: (caught between horror and amusement)

The original joke he had been repeating endlessly was:

Four-Year-Old: “Knock-knock”
Me: “Who’s there?”
Four-Year-Old: “Ben”
Me: “Ben who?”
Four-Year-Old: “Ben knocking out here all day!”

The silence that followed his new version was thick with parental embarrassment. I could see Grandma’s eyebrows raise in disbelief, and I felt the need to provide flustered explanations.

Once we were home and the embarrassment subsided, I shared the story with my husband, and we burst into laughter. It was a valuable lesson in parenting: we need to be more mindful of our language around the kids. Now, while we still let loose with some colorful language, we reserve it for our evening wine and beer time, long after the little ones have drifted off to sleep.

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In summary, parenting is a wild ride filled with unexpected moments, laughter, and lessons learned the hard way—like watching your child take creative liberties with knock-knock jokes.