Knock, Knock…


“Hey Mom, why didn’t the skeleton go to the ball?”

“I don’t know. Why didn’t the skeleton go to the ball?”

“Because he had noBODY to dance with.”

Santa left a joke book in my daughter’s stocking this past Christmas. Laugh Out Loud Jokes for Kids. And she got a microphone stand. So far she hasn’t put the two things together, but…I’m waiting.

Meanwhile everyone in the family is being treated to joke after joke, and she even makes up a few of her own.

“Why did the girl say “hi” to her school?”

“I don’t know. Why did the girl say “hi” to her school?”

“Because it was a HIGH school.”

Or this one,

“Knock  Knock…”

Oh yeah, my husband has told me I can’t publish or post that particular joke, but it was really funny. Let’s just say, it’s a fine example of how this seven-year-old manages to outwit her parents on a routine basis. We are so hosed (but that’s another article).

I don’t know what it is about the seven-, eight- and nine-year-old, with the silly jokes, big burps and underarm-generated flatulence. It’s a time when silliness is absolute and complete, when smiles rule. It’s a time when no situation is too serious for a bit of laughter or a tickle. Yes, you might be feeling sad or need a hug, and you will get that, but along with that hug you will also get a silly story or a really bad knock-knock joke to help chase the doldrums away. It’s not a mean or malicious humor; it is a tender silliness, whose laughter rings with innocence and lifts the spirit. It’s a silliness that warms the soul and brings comfort.

“Knock knock”

“Who’s there?”

“Olive.”

“Olive who?”

“Olive you THIS much.”

And no matter how cheesy, or nonsensical or badly told, those bright eyes and energetic delivery bring a smile to your heart and laughter to your lips.

We need more of this silliness. Adults need to take a look at the wonderful children around us and model their behavior occasionally–be silly, on let go and be our talented, vulnerable selves.

My daugther’s favorite princess from Frozen is Elsa, because Elsa can make beautiful ice and snow. She loves Elsa’s gift, especially once Elsa really starts to express who she is and not hide herself under long sleeves and thick gloves.

So, let it go. Tell a silly knock-knock joke. Sing a silly song. Do a silly dance. Build a silly snowman.

The smiles are worth it.

© 2014 Michele Arduengo. All rights reserved.

Author: Michele

Michele Arduengo is a life science and medical writer by profession and a creative non-fiction writer by hobby. In addition to publishing Grits and Purls since 2008, Michele has published essays in Wisconsin Woman, Chicken Soup for the Soul and has a weekly column in her local newspaper.

1 thought on “Knock, Knock…”

  1. Michele this was a refreshing post. I think if we all embraced this fearless child-like, take on the world quality sometimes, we’d all be a little happier and make someone else smile. This is a fun age. I remember when my kids were that age and I thought, WHY is he/she so GOOFY or giggly? Why do we stop and embrace adult behavior and expect it too soon of our children?

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