I remember wondering why my dad did it so much, given he never ever got a positive reaction. But now that I’m a dad, I get it. It’s just a sort of instinct. In fact, I think I’m seeking the puns that go splat rather than landing well.
For years, my dad and I had pun fights. Sadly, my mom was caught in the middle. Literally. Her chair was between my dad’s chair on one end of the living room, and mine on the other end.
That stopped after a while. I guess it was all the strokes and over work that got him.