This is the six-year-old’s joke:
The father calls his daughter Daffodil.
Why Daffodil, his guest asks.

When she was a baby, says the father,
a daffodil fell on her head.
Then the dad calls the other daughter Rose.

The guest asks: why Rose?
The father shrugs. When she was a baby,
a rose fell on her head.

A boy tears into the room like a tiger.
Hey Cinderblock, says his father.
Slow down.