What so funny for?

I will whole heartedly admit that I am completely biased when it comes to the Mud Puddle, he is smarter, cuter, better mannered than any child I have ever met. But on this count I know that I am only moderately biased: He is FUNNY. And not in a three year old funny kind of way but in an adult, making comments and expressions to elicit laughter sort of way. We are talking Jerry Seinfeld funny.

We always suspected that he was going to be on the humorous side. While the average pregnant woman is riddled with emotions ranging from rage to frustration to sadness, I was lucky to only have serious bouts of laughter. Crying my eyes out, nearly wetting my pants laughter. For no reason. That would last for a good 15 minutes. It was quite the sight. Even in-utero he had me cracking up.

When he says and does things funny he always asks “What so funny for?”. That leads to another round of laughter. Don’t take my word for it, try these on for size:

We were watching the show “Deal or No Deal” completely silly game show (no skill is involved, it is luck and guts pretty much) which is hosted by Howie Mandel ( a favorite comedian of both Scott and I). When a contestant gets an offer from the banker they say either “Deal or No Deal” (hence the name).
We are watching Monday night, the banker makes an offer and the Mud Puddle says “No deal Howie” complete with horiztonal flat hand gesture.
Both Scott and I busted a gut on that one, and the Mud Puddle asked “What so funny for?”

A couple of weeks ago we were driving home from our weekly trip to the bookstore when he asked me to turn on the overhead light (it was dark at this point and he wanted to read his new book). I said no and he replied under his breath “G*d-d*mm*t”, perfect inflection included.
I swallowed a laugh and told him he was NOT allowed to use such language, and that I would have to tell daddy so any further infractions would be handled with the Naughty Corner.
His reply:
“Why do you have to tell him? Can’t we keep it a secret?”
How does he know what a secret is and how does he know how to use GD so well? I snorted and sniveled the entire way home trying not to laugh out loud.
“What so funny for?”

We watch American Idol (he LOVES that show, and I know I am out of the running for Mother of the Year for letting him watch so much tv). At the beginning of the season he referred to it as ‘the bad singers’, and rightfully so. Once the bad singers had been weeded out and we were on to the Top 24 I explained to him that the bad singers were gone and they were “good singers” from now on.
So we are watching the girls one night and after a particularly bad rendition of Whitney Houston or Alicia Keys (when will these people learn NOT to sing songs done by great singers?) he turns to me and says “I thought these were GOOD singers.” The future Simon Cowell ladies and gentlemen.

“What so funny for?”