He sighs heavily. “Who is there?” “Ken.” “I…do not know this Ken.” Argh. “You’re supposed to say ‘Ken who,’ and then I say ‘Ken you believe I have a new baby?” “But…of course I can believe it?” Poor Vordis sounds mystified, and I just laugh again. “I’m sorry, never mind. Maybe the knock-knock jokes are a mistake.” He grunts, his hands on his hips. “I will give them some thought.”
