CALL ME SNAKE

My five-year-old loves Mexico and, at least for the tourist, what’s not to like: Warm sunny days in the middle of winter and warm, clear blue water to swim in. That’s just about all she talked about during the months preceding our trip. And yesterday morning, when we had to leave Mexico, she sat in bed crying, not wanting to go. When we got home later that evening, and she was happily playing with her stuffed animals, I said to her: “I know you like Mexico and all but it’s nice to be home, isn’t it? I mean would you rather be here or in Mexico?” After pausing for less than a picosecond she said: “In Mexico.”