It's been a while since I was an 11 year old, and I'm trying to figure out what he wants me to do, so I follow the instructions to the best of my understanding.
"Idaho, in syllables."
"No," he says, smiling, "say Idaho in syllables."
It takes me a second, but I eventually catch on. I smile back at him.
"I. Da. Ho."
[for those of you who still don't get it, he was having me say the phrase, "I'm the ho." A "ho" is a shortened form of the word "hooker". So, he was making me say that I was a hooker. Ha. Ha. Ha.]
He giggles. I giggle. My wife giggles. My 15 year old giggles, despite himself, and says (trying to sound as adult as possible), "Dude, you're so stupid." But he's laughing, even though he doesn't want to. My wife tells him to relax, and we all continue to giggle at being juvenile. My 11 year old continues. "Say 'happiness' in syllables." I smile, knowing what he's asking this time around.
"Ha..."
He grins at me.
"...Pe..."
He grins bigger.
"...cock!"
He explodes with laughter, as does my 15 year old and wife.
I think about telling my joke that's in the same vein that I picked up in college: you ask somebody to bend over and spell the word "run" three times loudly and quickly. While they're bent over, you position your self behind them as if to simulate anal sex. Then, when they spell "run", it sounds like they're shouting the sentence, "Are you in? Are you in? Are you in?!" And people laugh because they got duped into having anal sex with me.
I think about telling this joke to my family for, let's say, two seconds. I, ultimately, decide to keep it to myself. I'll say "cock" in front of my kids, but I won't tell them how to humorously simulate anal sex in joke form. Even I have my limits.
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