Knock, Knock

During the "Nothing But Noodles Dead Car Near Fiasco" Wasteland Kid could sense my tension. He tried reassuring me.

It's okay, Daddy. We'll find a way home.

I thanked him, but he could still sense that I was on edge. So, he tried humor. It worked; however, I'm not sure he even understood his own punch line. Our colloquy follows:

Wasteland Kid: Hey, Daddy, wanna hear a joke?
Wasteland Fan: Sure.
WK: Knock, knock.
WF: Who's there?
WK: Mr. F.
WF: Mr. F, who?
WK: Mr. F-you!