Hannes has a great sense of humor. Up until now, he just didn't know it. Basically, he would do things that were funny, and we'd be laughing our heads off, and he'd be a little confused. Sometimes. But now, he can actually joke.
Which is pretty amazing, considering he can't really deliver a punchline in any language that Jessica and I would understand. But it's not
what it's
how he says it.
Case in point: this morning Hannes and I were playing around with a puzzle. I pointed at the different things in it, and Hannes would tell me what it was. It's a game we have played any times before. In fact, it has become something of a morning routine.
Anyway, this morning, when I pointed at an image of a house and asked Hannes what it was, he paused for a second, then tilted his head a little, gave me the crooked eye, smile in an equally crooked way and said, "dog!"
And then I said, "Noooooooooooooooo!"
And we laughed.
That joke didn't even get stale after repeating it about 50 times. That's entertainment.
When I was a kid, I hung out with my Dad a lot. And when I say "a lot" I mean A LOT. Basically, I would follow him to work, and play and pretend I was a hockey goalie all day long. And I am not sure why, but the guys, My Dad's friends always called me "Eikka's boy", and hardly ever by my name - although I am sure they knew it.
(They had to, my Dad would have been talking to me by my name, not call me just his son).
Not that it ever bothered me. It was kinda cool. It was flattering, in a way. It almost felt like I was one of the guys, and that I could hang out with them just as well as my Dad.
None of my friends call Hannes for "Risto's son", almost always just Hannes, sometimes "Hanski". That, by the way, is a nickname Jessica despises. Not sure why.
I was thinking of all this the other day, and realized that that's how they do it in Iceland. In Iceland, my Dad's friends would have just been calling me by my last name.
That would have been cool.
