We haven’t encountered a ‘Jameson-ism’ in quite some time. For those who aren’t familiar with the term, my 10-year old son has a way with committing the most hilarious word faux pas. It’s been a while, but the boy produced a doozy tonight!
I served fish tacos for dinner this evening: spinach tortillas stuffed with blackened tilapia, cilantro slaw, and an amazing lime cream sauce. This was served alongside tortilla chips (flaxseed-veggie tortilla chips for Mama) and guacamole. Yum!
The dinner was well-liked by the whole family, even my picky eaters heartily dove in. We made the usual dinner conversation, and as the meal was coming to a close, I noticed my son acting a bit… peculiar. He was nibbling at what was left of his fish taco: a shell with a few shreds of cabbage sticking out.
“What are you doing, buddy?” I asked slightly confused. He had been all about this dinner a few minutes earlier, but was now picking at the remnants as if they disgusted him.
“Really good tacos tonight, Mama, but… uh, I…” <sigh> “…I really don’t like the sloth.”
My husband and I did everything in our power to hold back the laughs. “Uh, don’t you mean slaw, Jameson?”
2 thoughts on “I Don’t Like The Sloth”
I don’t like this one…… I love it! I laughed my ass off!
He’s gonna hate that you kept a record of these things when he gets older lmao. Not just a record, a followed record lol.
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