Once upon a time, my brother responded to one of my wisecracks with a deadpan, "Jessica, you are your own best audience." Thank
God, I became a parent because now at least my kid is laughing along
with me. Our mutual hilarity thrives upon his developing sense of humor
as well, which, of course, mostly involves poop and some strangely
tangent comment about "and his nose!" My nearly-three-year old is now
adept at laughing at comedy there is no way he can get, giving an
abruptly ending courtesy laugh and also repeating jokes over and over
and over until we have to laugh just to make it stop. These tactics, I
like to think, are the buds of comic genius and clearly as much
hereditary as just him.
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