My seven-year-old son came home from school today looking very pleased with himself.
He dropped his backpack by the door, walked straight into the living room, and said, “Dad, can I ask you a riddle?”
I put down my coffee and smiled. “Of course, buddy. Go on.”
He stood in front of me like a tiny quizmaster and asked, “What kind of mouse can walk on two legs?”
I thought about it for a second, then shrugged. “Erm… I don’t know.”
He burst out laughing. “Mickey Mouse!”
I nodded, pretending to be impressed. “Very clever.”
Then he grinned even wider and said, “Okay, Dad, next one. What kind of duck can walk on two legs?”
Now I was ready. I leaned back, smiled confidently, and answered before he could trick me again.
“Donald Duck.”
My son stared at me for a moment.
Then he shook his head, sighed like I was the child, and said:
“No, Dad… all ducks, you silly.”
