Joke

It began as an innocent game with my toddler grandson Robert. I'd get into the fighter's stance and start shadowboxing.
Jabbing with both fists, I'd say, One-two, one-two," and he'd imitate me over and over.
I never thought about the consequences of this little exercise until my wife took our grandson to a birthday party. When the boy's mother was handing out noisemakers, she asked Robert, "Would you like 'one too'?"
It took my wife a while to explain her way out of what happened next.