The fragile order of this household was compromised today. I love turkey sandwiches. I sometimes treat myself to them when I feel deserving, or if I’m just hungry. When I feel so inclined, Jameson plays a pivotal role in transporting the sandwich from point A to point B. He has always willingly filled these shoes. I order the sandwich, and then place it in his car seat with him, and then when we arrive at home with the sandwich safely in tow, he gets a few pieces that I tear off. Win. Win.
Until today. An uprising on his part. He snapped. He could be tempted no longer with a lengthy drive home and a delicious sandwich just taunting him in his lap! Like other times, I bought the sandwich, put it in his chair, only when I unloaded him this is what I found.
He’s eating it! Right through the paper too!
ME: “Jameson, how could you? Is that a tomato seed between your eyes?!”
To which he replied after I took it away…
J: “Mama, how could you? I’m so hungry!”
Poor baby. Our sandwich partnership has been breeched, but lucky for him, I’m a sucker for that chubby face and I’ll share 
4 comments:
Haha! Poor little Jameson! I love this post.
(And yes, I imagine I'll make it back to Milwaukee whether i win the bet or not...)
He is spooky adoable! Love the story with pics!
No spooky I meant to type soooo
I'm laughing :)
That sounds sooo good right now.
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