I'd say that at about 1/3 of the time we eat dinner, dad says some dumb pun about the food.
We have a rule that every time he does that, we go grab this little ragdoll called a "Dammit Doll" (actual thing, btw, google it) and slap him 3 times with it.
Nobody Is As Ready For Pillowy Mounds Of Mashed Potatoes As Uncle Phil