Over on the other blog I pseudo-regularly write for, the blog fathers, William wrote a great post on whether people think sense of humor is genetic. My opinion? Absolutely. Case in point: Hayes.

Yes, Hayes is at it again. His new favorite thing to do is to call Jen “Dada” and occasionally call me “MaMa” or just calling us both “Dada.” Now, normally I’d think this was just a learning curve type of thing, but he’s been calling me “Dada” and Jen “Mama” for a few months, then inexplicably started in with “Dada” for Jen. The other tip-off is that this is totally my contrarian type of humor.

Yes, I think being contrary for contrary’s sake is the ultimate inside joke. It’s the joke that only you get until you choose to spill the beans, at which point you still think it’s funny and everyone else involved thinks you’re an idiot. I think this hysterical.

Apparently, so does Hayes.

Exactly how would I know that, given that Hayes lacks the vocabulary to tell us that this is all a big joke to him? Well, it’s the look. And the delivery. We ask him “who’s that” and point at Jen. He looks at us like we’re stupid, points and yells: “Da-da!” and then gives us his best W smirk.

Yup, he’s playing a joke. A joke on us. I think it’s hysterical.

BTW, I will be ON VACATION ALL OF NEXT WEEK AND WILL NOT BE WRITING ANY POSTS. Can you tell I’m excited? Have a happy 4th!