My kids are terrible at knock knock jokes

How can you be bad at knock knock jokes? They’re the simplest form of joke on the planet.

And yet, my kids are.

I loved knock knock jokes when I was little. I had a bunch of books and I spent hours reading and memorizing them.

Knock Knock.
Who’s there?
Luke.
Luke who?
Luke, I’m standing on my head!

My kids don’t do this. They just make things up. And from an avant-garde/dadaist sort of view, they’re probably brilliant, but they’re horrible to a purist like me.

Knock Knock.
Who’s there?
Poop.
Poop who?
I pooped on your head!

What is that?!? That doesn’t work at all.

Luckily their appreciation of physical and absurdist humor is solid and they love sarcasm and wield expertly.

I guess you just can’t win every parenting award.