Conversations with a Monkey, Part I

I am sitting with my five year old daughter and showing her a map of the world.

I point to the United States.

"This is where you were born, sweetie."

I point to India.

"This is where Deeda was born."

She scrunches up her face and thinks for a bit.

"We could drive there? No wait...we can't."

She thinks some more.

"I wish we had a water-car..."


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