Well, the countdown to baby dos is at a month and I thought it would be a good time to review comedy and babies, now that I have had one and can be a seasoned vet for number two.
“You’re going to get tons of material!” Yes, but I’ll be so damn exhausted, I won’t remember most of it. The number one thought I had when my daughter came was “What in the hell am I supposed to do?” and number two was “When can I sleep? Even for three minutes?” Then they get a bit older, you relax a bit and some funny things happen, so you finally start gleaning a few nuggets of humor you can use in the wealth of free time you have to write jokes.
“You can just tell the stories onstage about the pregnancy!” Eh, sort of. Single Chris wouldn’t have comprehended one joke about breastfeeding, delivery or infants. Parents I talk to LOOOOOVVVEEEE jokes about parenthood and non-parents generally stare at you as though you are reciting the Dead Sea Scrolls or the Bhagavad Gita in a dead language.
“Do you try jokes on your kid?” No and hell no. My kid laughs when I blow raspberries on her belly. Although there have been gigs where that would’ve worked better than my set. “C’mere angry trucker in the front row!”
We’ll see if I can get some more material this time around, I am about 15% more knowledgeable than before. Plus we’re having a boy, so maybe I can exploit a new “men and women are different, can you believe it?” hack line of jokes just catered to toddlers.
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