I got dragged to a picnic tonight for the local Jewish community (believe it or not, with over 200 people there), and I was sick of getting asked when I was going to law or medical school.
So when the 5 year old granddaughter of one of the participants came up and asked me, “Wanna go see the horsies?” I gratefully obliged.
While out seeing the horsies, I asked where she was from. I thought she said Claremont, so I said, “Oh, how do you like living in California?”
She turned to me with a look of great indignation on her little face, and said in the most offended voice a five-year-old can muster:
“I don’t live in California! I live in America!”
It took every ounce of effort I could muster to not fall over from laughing so hard.