G's parents sent a small set of books to Oscar for Christmas about a dog named Hairy Maclarey and his friends. There are four books and each one is about things the character likes to do, one phrase per page. For instance, "Hairy Maclarey can scamper away..." (next page) "hide in the shed..." (next page) "skitter through legs..." (next page) "scoop up his skimmer..." (next page) "and play with this friends." Oscar learned the books by heart quickly, and when we read them to him he fills in the last word of each page, as in: Daddy, "Hairy Maclarey can scamper..." Oscar, "awaaay."
So the other night we were reading Hairy Maclarey.
Mom: "Hairy Maclarey can scamper..."
Oscar: "awaaay."
Mom: "hide in the..."
Oscar, after a pregnant pause: "office!"
Oscar and I laughed uproariously. I told him I would call in Daddy and he should tell the joke again. We did, and all three of us chortled. You don't get it? Hector's crate and dog bed reside in the office, the place to which our poor chihuahua skulks whenever he's feeling overwhelmed by his thug of a toddler brother.
Oscar has told that joke a few more times...a few hundred more times! You can tell he is kin to his Uncle Jake. He has also come up with variations on that joke. Very subtle variations. Make 'em laugh, Oscar.
