By Dave Onofrychuk
At dinner, my son goes, “What’s a yo-yo’s favorite snack?”
“Dunno,” I say.
“A yo-yogurt,” he says. “Get it?”
“Good one.”
He smiles. Six years old and he’s crushing it, the humor thing.
“What’s Pokeman Go’s favorite snack?” I ask him. “Go-Gurt,” I say.
He chews his chicken in contemplation, frowning.
“That joke is dumb, Dad,” he says.
