"Home?"

I was telling Jacob about my doctor appointment yesterday and trying to be upbeat about it.

Me: It could be worse. I could have put myself in a wheelchair and we would have to build a ramp.

J: Noooo (said in a very soft whisper) We would just put you in a home.

Me: I have a home. I would just need a ramp.

J: Noooo (said in a softer whisper) A different type of “home.” He used air quotes, even.

Me: Oh. Would it be a luxury home?

J: Noooo (said with a soft laugh) Look at me. It’s gonna be a one star home where you sit in the corner and watch Andy Griffith while you eat pudding.

I told him that sounds like an ok life, so I just let it go and went on to the comedy show.

When I got home Jacob and I watched TV for a bit. He spoke up during a commercial and told me he was just kidding earlier and he would never put me in a home but would always take care of me.

I felt all loved until I went to bed and saw my nightstand. Not sure exactly what to make of this. Is it a threat or a promise?

Either way. It was delicious.