So Funny It Hurts

(I’m about six years old. I’m lying on the floor under the dining table. My dad is telling jokes.)

Dad: “What has four wheels and flies?

Me: “I don’t know.”

Dad: “A dustcart.”

(I find this mildly amusing and laugh a bit. Dad has another go.)

Dad: “What has two legs and flies?”

Me: “I don’t know.”

Dad: “A man’s pair of trousers.”

(I find this absolutely hysterical, and start howling with laughter. I am rolling around under the table, until I manage to knock myself unconscious on one of the table legs. Forty five years later, and I still find that joke funny.)