Clementine told her first real joke last night. She’s said funny things before, but she’s never really positioned them as comedy bits. Last night, she passed that milestone. She asked us to settle down in the living room, and, when she had all of our attention, she said that she wanted to sing us a song. Here’s how the song went:
Old McDonald had a farm, eeee iiii, eeee iiii, BUTT….
That’s as far as she got. She may have had it in mind to follow with the sounds of farting, but she never got there. As she said “BUTT,” she fell to the ground and started laughing hysterically.
I suspect it’s something she picked it up in school, along with the drippy nose and the habit of pointing directly into my face and screaming when I tell her she needs to settle down, but, if she in fact wrote it herself, I think she’s fucking brilliant… I wonder if they have a charter school for young comedians. I’d hate to see her talent get squashed.
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My boyfriend’s kid sold an insult to Don Rickles before he turned 10. He’s since found Christ.
Is this Clemetine’s first joke, or the first one that her daddy recognized as a joke since it contained the word “Butt” followed by a laugh track.
I’m not so sure.
Am I the only one that travels with an iPod loaded up with a laugh track and the background music from the Brady Bunch and Seinfeld? It makes daily life a hell of a lot more fun.
I wonder if she learned this from the same kid who taught my 3-year-old son to sing “row, row, row your fart?”
They should TOTALLY go on the road. This stuff is too good to keep to ourselves.
I don’t want to alarm you, Mark, but I think that’s one of Andrew Dice Clay’s earlier one-liners.