Jaceland

I am fairly certain that my only son, Jace, spends most of his time in a land unknown to most of us. This place, which must be extremely interesting because my son spends much time there, is known in our house as Jaceland. Jaceland is a place not like our own and because of that many interesting things come from it.

Case in point:

When asked about breakfast at school the other morning by Katherine, Jace responded by telling her he had eggs. Katherine asked what kind of eggs. Jace told her that he didn't know the name of the kind of eggs but they were the kind with mountains and rivers in them. For the record, that would be scrambled eggs.

If you feel lost or slightly woozy after just this brief journey into Jaceland, don't feel bad. It is, as I said, a place not like our own. I sometimes fear that if I remain there too long myself, I will be unable to return to our own world.

Jace is very smart and creative and Jaceland is a reflection of all that. It just doesn't always translate easily or well over here.

More from Jaceland soon I am sure.