Yesterday Zoë was drawing at her little table and I was just in the other room when we had this conversation:
Zoë: Mom! Do you want to see my drawing?
Me: Of course I do (not looking up from my book)
Zoë: Look! (Suddenly she is standing right in front of me holding a blank piece of paper.)
Me: (Looking hard at the paper to make sure I'm not missing something) Honey, what I am supposed to be looking at?
Zoë: This! (Holding the paper higher.)
Me: Um, I don't see anything.
Zoë: You're looking at a polar bear in a snow storm.
Zoë: A polar bear in a snow storm! (followed by maniacal laughter)
Me: (finally getting the joke) Very, very funny!
I laughed quite hard once I realized it was a joke and the joke was on me. Up until recently Zoë has basically had no sense of humor -- it was bad (and badly told) knock-knock jokes or nothing. I love to tease and I have had to work hard at not teasing her because she doesn't take it well at all. So to have Zoë tell a joke like that is huge step towards an actual sense of humor. I know she still isn't ready for real teasing, but there is a glimmer of hope.