I'm starting to develop "dad humor"

So a duck walks into a bar…

It’s come on fairly subtly, in a slow but steadily increasing stream of cheap puns, excessive cheese, and trying to hard. I can’t be trusted anymore to deliver the same world class humor I'm known for. My jokes just aren’t garnering the same laughs they used to. Eleanor’s been rolling her eyes (a reliable scale of funny) more often. As quickly an acquired skill as stroller setup and diaper changes, dad humor (I wanted to write “humidor” because I thought it sounded funny) has become a part of me. 

Perhaps it's just part of the natural father-son dynamic though; a long legacy of telling terrible jokes that first make you cringe and then all of a sudden retell.

-Scott 

Note From Eleanor: …and says, “No cash, just put it on my bill.”

*Video taken from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8E_zMLCRNg.