I joke a lot.
And I have a running joke with Z.
I’d call her, and when she looks at me, I say, “Poot! Poot! Poot!”
Then she smiles. Or grins. And sometimes, she laughs out loud.
Sometimes, I’d say, “you wanna hear a joke?” Pause. And then “Poot! Poot! Poot!”
And Z would grin broadly.
Sometimes, I’d tell PL, “you tell her the joke.”
And PL would call to Z, and then say, “Put. Put. Put.”
And Z would just stare at her.
“Put. Put. Put.” PL would say again.
Z would stare again.
“Why doesn’t it work?” PL asked me.
“You dunno how to tell jokes, lah” I answered.