I honestly thought my baby was ready to carry on my own tradition of loving and hopefully someday living with alpacas, but with a little less imagination and a lot more paying attention, I quickly discovered this was not the case just yet.
Branden was telling me this morning before school (ergo my not 100% attention) that he has a friend he plays with on Xbox Live from an alpaca stand. I nodded and pretended I was awake and listening. Later, on the way to school (definitely much more awake, but not necessarily listening any closer) he brings it up again.
B: Mom, do you know where an alpaca stand is?
Me: Do you mean the place where the alpacas are?
B: I guess so.
Me: Well, it's not so much a stand as a farm where the alpacas live.
B: My friend says he lives there.
Me: What? Your friend lives on an alpaca farm? (Do you sense my excitement????)
B: No, he says it's called Alpacastan. Is that a real place?
Me: Um, no. Pakistan is a real place. Alpacastan isn't a real place unless somewhere in the world the alpacas have finally united and taken over, but it still wouldn't be recognized as a real city this soon. Those things take a while.
B: Don't alpacas spit on you like llamas?
Me: Yes they do. It's very uncivilzed and that's one of the reasons we won't recognize their city of Alpacastan just yet.
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