As told on an iPad between me in New York, and M, my three-year-old half-Japanese granddaughter, in Tokyo.
Me: Would you like to learn a knock-knock joke?
M: What is a knock-knock joke?
Me: Stick around, and you’ll see.
M: Ok.
Me: Knock-knock. Now, what do you say if someone comes to the door?
M: Who is it?
Me: Good enough! Knock, knock.
M: Who is it?
Me: Banana…
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