For Christmas, the boy got a world map. He actually got many things along with the map, but this map of the continents is really one of his favorites, and we pull it out to look at it often. They colored north america orange on the map, and so now he asks all the time "we are in the or-nge?" so he can locate us on the map. We are always on the orange. At first he wanted us to be all sorts of colors, but we don't have the money or time to be world travelers like that. He especially wanted us to be in Africa at the beginning. He is now resigned to the orange.
Two weeks ago, we were at the pharmacy dropping off a prescription. He was done with our activities, and was lying on the floor, talking to me.
"I was born here?" he asked.
"well, not here, at CVS, but you were born here in this area" (which he knows, because every time we pass the hospital he was born in he wants it to be identified for him).
"No." he replies, "I was born in Africa."
At this point, we have the full attention of the pharmacist, who was, in fact, born in Africa.
"What did you say?" the pharmacist asks the boy.
The boy is reluctant to talk to him, but the boy insisted again he was born in Africa.
The pharmacist then said something about what sort of TV shows is this boy watching to pick up something like that. Knowing what TV he watches, I know that is not the culprit. (Mighty Machines is not based in Africa.)
"I don't think it's TV," I say.
"Well, you have to pick up that idea somewhere," the pharmacist insists
"He has a map," I offered. He thought that was funny. But I think it's true. My boy loves his map.
