My family has always told jokes around the kitchen table. One day, when I was four, I wanted to be a part and tell a joke too. So, sitting on my dad's lap, I told everyone to be quiet so I could tell my joke.
Silence fell over the normally boisterous table as my family waited to hear my brilliant offering. Milking the moment for all I could, I stood up on dad's chair and looked around at my brothers, sisters, and mom. The thrill of having their complete attention energized me. I held my little, white sippy cup in the air and I called out, "Take a cup and cup it up."
My family burst out laughing but I didn't find out until later that my joke wasn't funny and that they laughed simply because it came from the baby.
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