One of my 12-year old sons said to me the other day, “Hey, mom, want to hear a joke?”
I didn’t really, but I said, “Okay.”
He said, “I-da-ho, you-da-ho, we-da-ho.”
Somewhere along the line, he’d heard the punchline to this joke: “If two potatoes are standing on a corner, how can you tell which one is the pr*stitute?”
The punchline: “The one with the sticker that says I-da-ho.”
So, he thinks the whole joke is “I-da-ho.”
He laughed at his unfunny joke while I stared with a perplexed look on my face. He raised his eyebrows and offered this hint to me, “Get it? I-da-hoe. Hoe. The garden tool?”
And then I laughed.
I like to keep my kids clueless as long as possible. For a long time, they thought the f-word was “fart.” In fact, I think they still do.