For Mother's Day I received a drawing of myself on fire (from Tallulah) and my son's first laugh (from Nathaniel.) Scott got him chuckling by taking his feet and touching them to his nose. The feet and the nose both belonged to Nate, in that situation there.
Lula's been trying to figure out what makes something funny. I've been teaching her different jokes and she then riffs on the jokes, substituting various nouns and verbs so that the resulting new joke is completely meaningless.
Original Joke: Why did the girl throw the butter out the window? Because she wanted to see a butterfly!
Lula Version: Why did the butter throw the cream cheese out the window? Because she wanted to see a chair!
So basically she doesn't understand the original joke to begin with, is what I'm sensing.
She also goes off on these Guess What benders, with each "joke" followed by her loud fake laughter. Guess what? Chicken butt! Guess what? Mommy butt! Guess what? Chair butt! Guess what? Toilet! Guess what? Car!
It is true that the adults around her are constantly giggling at Lula even when she isn't making jokes. We laugh in delight at her cuteness. We laugh because she has a precocious vocabulary and a very adorable voice. We laugh because She Thinks She's People. We adults are not helping her figure out what is actually humorous and what is merely delightful. She is also only 3 years old.
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