The Wrongest Ice-Cream

| Related | December 28, 2013

(We have a tendency to go through ice cream bars fairly quickly in my household, with my father being the main offender. We have in the freezer a type of ice cream bar called a ‘Choco Taco,’ which my sister picked out. There’s only one left. We’d been talking about the ice cream in the freezer already. Both she and I know full well what he’s referring to.)

Dad: “Can I eat your taco?”

(We’re both used to him making double-entendres and then getting on our case for having our minds in the gutter when we point out how dirty he’s being. So, we react as expected.)

Both: “Dad, that’s disgusting!”

Dad: “What?”

Me: “That’s not really something you should be saying to your daughter.”

Dad: “What?”

Me: “Wait, you seriously don’t know what ‘taco’ is slang for?”

Dad: “No. I really wasn’t trying to be disgusting this time. What is it?”

(My sister explains it to him. He’s appropriately mortified. We relate this incident to our mother when she got home from work. We’re amazed to find that she didn’t know what ‘taco’ was slang for, either. We were left looking at each other, wondering if some sort of generation gap was involved.)

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