From Wit’s End

While Rachel and I were out watching a movie this evening, Jack apparently made his first pun — at the age of two and a quarter, no less:

My folks were watching him this evening, and they were playing in the backyard with Jack’s favorite ball. Everytime it was kicked or thrown, Jack would squeal delightedly. My mom told him that he was screaming, and that of course that was okay to do outside. After some more ball-playing, Jack would squeal and then yell, “Ah! SCREAM!” everytime the ball was kicked.

Then Grandpa kicked the ball and Jack squealed and yelled, “Ah! Scream!” and then he rolled his eyes and grinned real wide like Groucho Marx and said, “…AND CAKE!”