Pierre and Cassandra are walking happily along the top of a pearly white dune. Pierre says, “I’ve been telling dad jokes since I was 10 years old.”
“I still remember the very first joke I ever made.” He continues, as they travel along. “It was to a 7 year old.”
Cassandra begins to eye Pierre, doubting that the joke would be any good. “I had said to him that I was his father.”
Cassandra paused and gave an exasperated expression. She thought about it but didn’t understand the joke.
Pierre kept on cruising. After a couple of paces he looked on ahead with an indifferent mood and commented, “He didn’t laugh either.”