Wump and the Art of the Dad Joke

Day 3. 27 pages, 9,103 words.

I still get a laugh out of this every time.

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I’m not sure how I felt about Dad Jokes back when I was a kid. They probably annoyed me, because dads are annoying almost by definition. As a pre-fatherhood adult, I think I was increasingly amused by them because that’s just the sort of person I am. I love a good corny joke. A groan is as good as a laugh, and it plays to my strengths as regards puns and wordplay.

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I suppose, when I became a dad myself, it was really more a case of finally finding myself in the role I’d always needed to assume, as befit my joke-level. I had always been a Dad Joke Teller, and now I could do it in a socially celebrated context.

I became.

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And while the groaner-pun or forehead-smacker language joke among consenting adults is something of a low form of comedy, the requisite audience for a Dad Joke – specifically, a young child just learning the meanings of words and the cultural contract of dialogue – elevates the form to the level of important – nay, hallowed – parental sharing.

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She may not like it, but Wump is taking part in a ritual of communication as old as the human race. For the first time in her life she is playing the role of straight man to her father’s comic in a cultural comedy sketch – and learning, in the process, what the two roles mean to our society and communication methods.

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This week, I’m mostly editing university theses for money.


About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy. https://hatboy.blog/2013/12/17/metalude-who-are-creepy-and-hatboy/
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1 Response to Wump and the Art of the Dad Joke

  1. aaronthepatriot says:

    Yeah, I’ve been loving this stage with my girls. And for a while now, they’ve been turning the tables on me (usually I see it coming but pretend otherwise), and I think I love that even more!

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