When I was little, my dad would crack “dad jokes” a lot. The kind you roll your eyes at and give a hardy-har-har, but end up giggling because the delivery is clever.
For example –
When I would tell him I was getting my hair cut, he would always ask “Which one?”
When I would tell him I was going to ride my bike, he would say “Don’t get a ticket.”
When I told him I didn’t like the lunch in my school, he would say “Surely they have good fish.”
When I was in high school he would ask what was on my face. When I told him it was a zit, he would say “Just tell people it’s pizza sauce.”
When I went a little nuts with the Aqua Net, he would say “Remember, only you can prevent forest fires.”
Today my dad told the kids and I that he is planning a trip to Hungary. He asked my seven year old if he knew where Hungary is. My son replied, “Probably next to Turkey.”
It seems the torch has been passed to the next generation.