Jace came home late one afternoon last week. He found me sitting in the window sill of the above pictured dining room. I was in my grubby clothes and was even wearing an apron. The paint was still wet in my hair and on the walls. Jace was chomping at the bit to share with me his great find of the day. Llamas!
Llamas??
"What do they do?"
"They spit."
"Oh. Do they bite?"
"No! They spit."
"Can you ride them?"
"Well, maybe. Well, no but that thing reared its head back today and then spit! Like this...."
Insert Jace spitting like a llama.
"Oh."
He pauses for just a moment here. Looks around. Sniffs the air.
"Have you been painting? Did you repaint this room? The room we just painted with chalkboard paint? You tick me off. We just spent $ on paint and now we are doing it again?"
I stop. Look him square in the eyes and say,
"I have one word for you.
Llamas."
And that is how it works around here. Jace loves the new paint. I can't wait to see those llamas spit. It makes no sense at all but that is how Jace and I love each other dearly. Happy Valentines Day!
