Jamesonisms

 - by Brittany

Jameson says some really funny thing lately, and I need to be better about documenting them. Last week, it was actually sunny outside and not raining. Jameson’s friends were over, and playing in the backyard. Luckily, my friend wrote down their conversation. (I copied this from their blog, so thanks Lauren for documenting it.) To clarify, this is between Abby (Jameson’s friend), her mom= me, and J= Jameson.

Abby is out digging in the dirt with one of her best friends, J. I called out to her to come back so we could leave.
“But mom! We are building a temple out of sticks and mud and paint! We’re almost finished with our temple!”
Me: “Oh wow! A temple! What color are you painting it?”
Abby: “Lellow and white.”
J (very frankly): “And black.”
Abby looked at J and then looked back at me. “And black.” She turned around to run back and yelled, “Come on J—, we have to build the temple!”

According to Jameson, Abby is his sister, sometimes his daughter. He always tells Rose, the lady at the post office, about his friend Abby. Yes, we are on first name basis with the ladies in the post office.

Today, Kevin asked Jameson:

K- “Jameson, what’s mommy’s name?”

J- “Brittany.”

K- “And where do we live?”

J- “In our house!”

He does state the truth.

Every time I help Jameson pull his underwear up after using the bathroom, he tells me, “Mom. Don’t spank my bum.” It makes me laugh. Everyone once in a while, I loose my grip on the underwear, and the spandex waistband “spanks” his bum.

Kevin went to check on him, because he’d been in the bathroom for a while. He opened the door only to find Jameson, still on the toilet, and yelling at him, “Dad! Get out! and close the door!”

His sword yesterday was made from my sewing picker (in the case), jammed into the inside of a medicine dropper. Got to keep an eye on my sewing tools or they disappear.

Anytime he finally gets around to doing something I’ve asked him to, he replies, “Mom, I’m being such a good helper.” This is after at least 15 minutes of me constantly asking him to so the chore.

He is a crazy kid, but is pretty funny with what he comes up with.

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