Some months ago, I was driving in town with LMC in the car.
We passed a big blue house that I pass every day on my way to work.
“That’s where the bear lives,” I said.
“What bear?” LMC asked.
This surprised me, as she watches a fair bit of TV and I thought she’d get the joke.
“You know… the bear in the big blue house? Like the TV show?”
“Never heard of it,” she said.
Typical. All was silent in the car except for the sad sound of a great joke falling over and dying.
I didn’t think any more of it. In fact, I had entirely forgotten about it until last Sunday when we were all having dinner together.
“Hey,” she said, “I told my friends about the big blue house in Warrnambool, and they didn’t even know that’s where it was. They thought it was in America somewhere.”
“You know… that TV show. You showed me the house…”
Trying not to laugh, I looked at her and said, “You do realise I was joking? It’s just A big blue house… not THE Big Blue House.”
“But I told my friends! And they wanted autographs.”
“Which you were going to ask me to call in and ask for?”
This kid never misses an opportunity. I’m just lucky it ends in laughter most of the time.