Names in our family are fairly straightforward. Daddy is Daddy, Mummy is Mummy, Monty is Monty and both Tilly and Scott go by their names as you would expect.

The other day I came downstairs from my office and walked into the living room where Charlotte and Monty were watching television. Monty looked up at me and with a jovial smile said “Hello, Luke!”

This was one of those times when I was literally stunned by his words. He can be really funny. He knew this one was a winner too - I tickled him mercilessly telling him what a cheeky monkey he was. He kept replying that no, he wasn’t a cheeky monkey, he was Monty. And then added a few more Hello Luke’s for comic effect.

Unlike his father, Monty doesn’t wear out a good joke through constant over-repetition. He hasn’t done it since, making it all the more memorable. And he is quick. When he sees something is funny and gets a laugh he works it well to maximum effect. And then he’s off looking for new material.

It’s hard being continually upstaged by a two year old. I just hope I have the good grace to let him become the comedian he is undoubtedly becoming.

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