Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Brazil? That sign said Brazil.”

Me: “Yes, we’re driving past Brazil. It’s on the way home from Grandma’s.”

LMT: “It is??!?”

Wonderful Wife: “Honey, this is Brazil, the city, not the country down in South America.”

LMT: “Oh, OK.”

Me: “Yeah, that Brazil is very far away.”

LMT: “Can we go to Brazil the country?”

My Oldest, age 15: “Yeah, Dad. Let’s drive to all the way to Brazil!”

Me: “Don’t you start with me, too. You know it’s not possible to drive to Brazil.”

Oldest: “Well, not with that attitude it isn’t.”