I'm the kind of person who skips to the conversation when reading a book.
“Mom, what state is Canada in?” Hannah asked, as we were driving in the car.
“It’s a separate country,” I explained to her.
“What do you mean?” she asked, a puzzled look on her face. I was watching her in the rear view mirror.
“It’s not part of the United States,” I clarified, “but a whole different country.”
“Really?! What country is it then?” She sounded genuinely surprised.
Grace and I both started laughing. “Canada,” we said together.
Hannah suddenly looked very small in the rear view mirror. I’m not sure if it was the contrast with Canada (which is “really big” according the Arrogant Worms), or that she had shrunk with embarrassment as she realized she had asked the obvious.