It Only Feels Like Another Country.

So this afternoon I picked up KB and her friend from school.

When C got into my car, I noticed that she had on some *fabulous* purple shoes encrusted with diamonds, and I commented on how cute they were.

“Did you mom get those at Justice?” I asked.

They just looked like Justice.

“No,” C answered. “Try to guess where she got them.”

“I don’t know; give me a hint,” I replied.

“Well, its another country, and it starts with a letter ‘C.’ And its a place people like to go on vacation.”

“Cancun?” I guessed (knowing its not exactly another country in itself).

“No. Guess again.”

I thought and thought and came up with…

“China?”

“NOOOOOOO!!!!!” howled C, laughing hysterically. “Not China!!”

“OK, then tell me. Where did your mom get those shoes?”

“In CANTON, you silly!”

Ah, yes, Canton… letter C, another country, and a lush vacation spot… Gosh, now why didn’t I think of Canton? 🙂