“Little One, when we fly to the US to visit Pa and Grandma next month, how many planes will we take?”
“That’s right! Very good! Where will the first plane fly to?”
“Ummm… Sweetie, that would be Paris.”
“Ok, Mommy. Parrots.”
He giggles. She sighs.
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