Baldo by Hector D. Cantú and Carlos Castellanos for February 19, 2024

Dad: What’s the hardest thing about being a cross-eyed teacher?

Family: No idea

Dad: Controlling your pupils

My dad was known for telling jokes and his sense of humor (including the cross-eyed teacher joke) and I miss all the time. He never was upset at having only daughters and we each ended up doing something “son” related with him – me, I worked with him and took over his accounting practice when died – much too early – of cancer. I would also help do work around the house – had my own saw and hammer (husband terribly impressed by a girl who could use tools). I would help him with whatever work had to be done at home, etc.

I tell dad jokes and he sometimes laughs…..

Timing’s everything in this business.

When does a joke become a Dad joke? When it becomes apparent.

I don’t understand this strip – dad jokes are always funny.

He tried to amp up ‘Pull my finger.’ to ‘Pull my foot’.

I would never even think of doing what they’re doing in the middle panel, jumping a bike over steps. Too much of a risk of falling.

My Dad was always telling jokes – especially, at dinner time when we were around the kitchen table and therefore a captive audience. Some of his jokes were really funny and memorable, others were truly corny Dad Jokes. Lame jokes or not, I miss him and his wonderful ( if slightly skewed ) sense of humor.

Ba-da-BOOM!

My one brother is more into ‘dad jokes’ than my father ever was. He even feels the need to share them from time to time in the family text thread.

A childless man who tells dad jokes is a faux pa.

I had a friend back in college days who couldn’t tell jokes. He started the one about Roy Rogers, his boots, and a mountain lion. We all knew it, but were listening supportively. He got to the punchline, and said, “Pardon me Roy, is that the cat that ate your new shoes.” The correct one is, of course, “Pardon me Roy, is that the cat that chewed your new shoes.” Ugh.

Among my favorite dad jokes is this Golden Oldie:

Me (as we drove past a cemetery): That’s a very popular place.

Kids (they’d heard it before, but were willing to indulge me): Why, dad?

Me: People are dying to get in!

My dad always has dads joke!!