Growing up, my mother was a master punster. Her word-play calisthenics, to an adolescent, were real groaners. As I get older, my genetic predisposition for puns has begun showing more and more, but mom’s true scion is my daughter.
At the ripe old age of six, she quipped the best pun I’ve ever heard.
We were on a summer walk at a local park the morning after a heavy rain. The combination of dampness and humidity was the perfect environment for mosquitoes and biting no-see-ums.
The pests had us slapping our arms and legs the whole time we were there. Exasperated with the swarm that was feasting on us, my daughter grumbled:
Next time we need to use bug spray so we won’t be bugs’ prey.”
Best pun ever!