Kevin!

A month or two ago, Roan made his first joke that was actually funny.**

He's been watching a Thomas show called "Hiro of the Rails" and there are two minor train characters, Victor the mechanic and his clumsy assistant Kevin. Kevin is always dropping some heavy metal object and making a lot of noise. And every time he does Victor yells, "Kevin!"

One night after dinner Jay was washing dishes and broke a glass in the sink. Roan yelled, "Kevin!" It took Jay and I a second to make the connection, but when we did we couldn't stop laughing. Our son had a good sense of humor!

The next day I dropped a piece of pizza, which landed face down on the floor with a splat. "Kevin!" screamed Roan. I couldn't help but laugh too. Roan (accidentally) knocked over his water bottle. "Kevin!" he yelled, giggling. I picked it up, happy to have such a funny son.

Time passed. The "Kevin!" joke flourished.

I opened the cupboard and a can of beans fell out. Jay tripped over one of Roan's train tracks. "Kevin!" we'd hear, from across the room.

It was getting less funny.

I pulled a book off the shelf and a dozen others tumbled to the floor. "Kevin!" The trash bag split while Jay was taking it out. "Kevin!"

Was our 3-year-old making fun of us?

Eventually the "Kevin!" phase wound down, and now Roan shouts it infrequently enough for us to no longer take it so personally. It's funny again. And we will always remember it as Roan's first successful joke.

The little comedian

**Wait, I take that back, the whole Aunty Nub thing was pretty funny, and is still going strong.