There is a very famous restaurant in Stillwater, OK that my family frequents on our trips to my Alma Mater and to see my husband's mother. (mater, mother...ha ha. )
Anyway, the restaurant is Eskimo Joe's. They have the best Cheese fries on the planet and some really awesome sweet peppered bacon. My family loves it and they love Joe, the Eskimo mascot and his faithful dog, Buffy.
On Saturday, I was alone with Aaron for a short while and he asked me what a "Joe" ate. The question puzzled me and I asked for a repeat. Once again he asked "What does a Joe eat?" I am thinking that Joe is a friend, or an animal, or this is an elaborate 7 year old joke. So I ask him to tell ME what they eat in order to ward off getting stuck as the butt of his joke. Aaron, unfortunately, just looked confused and became more emphatic.
"Mom, what does a Joe eat? You know those cold people in fur that live with the polar bears."
I immediately saw the error of our hamburger, cheese fries eating ways. I suddenly realized that Joe's not only causes clogged arteries, but a complete misrepresentation of an Eskimo and the name Joe. My son is doomed.
2 comments:
OK, I got a huge laugh out of that. I love Aaron! He is one of a kind.
So funny! You just never know what deep thoughts a 7-year-old will come up with. And oh, how I miss those cheese fries! I am certainly reading this too close to lunch time and too many miles from Stillwater!
Blessings,
Diana
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