"What do you call a dinosaur who might do something?" he asked me (when he was supposed to be brushing his teeth).
"I don't know," I said.
"A dino-might!" he cackled.
"That's hilarious!" I said. "...go brush your teeth."
So, chuckling, he walked away to brush his teeth. Approximately two minutes later he came back to me.
"This is sort of a follow up to that last joke," he said timidly, but you've got to understand that when Alexander feels any sort of fluster or confusion or excitement, he starts hiccoughing basically between every syllable. And evidently he was either really excited about part two of his joke or he was nervous that it was now past the time when he was sent to bed (the punishment for which is...being reminded that it's time to get to bed...so pretty serious stuff...I'm going to go with "he was excited about his own cleverness").
"This—hic—is—hic—sorta—hic—a—follow—hic—up—hic—to—hic—to—hic—to—hic—that—hic—last—hic—joke!"
"Go for it, buddy," I said.
"Did it..." He waggled his eyes as he said this next part: "Blow. Your. Mind?"
And then he ran off to bed laughing his head off. It was a pretty good follow up joke, I have to say!
(If I were to workshop the first part I would suggest something like, "What do you call a dinosaur who maybe will, maybe won't?" But overall, two thumbs way, way up!)
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