One day a screw fell on the floor under the kitchen table. Rafa called me over to tell me about it, and I crawled down under the table to inspect the situation. I looked up at the underside of the table to see where the screw had fallen from and I noticed that the whole underside of the table was covered with drawings.
"Wow," I said. "How did this get here?"
Rafa and I laid on our backs for a few minutes under the table, and then I called Pa over.
"Pa, ven a mirar esto."
So the three of us laid on our backs on the floor under the kitchen table, looking up. Luisito was taking a nap.
"I colored under the table when I was little," Rafa said. "When I was 3 years old. I'm not going to do it anymore."
"Huh," I said. "Hmmmm," Pa said.
Every once in a while we add to the composition on the underside of the kitchen table. Because now that it's started, it would be a shame to leave it unfinished.