The incessant questions from my daughter has kicked into gear. Yesterday she caught me short with this one;
“What’s a country?”
My mind automatically does something like this: Noun, person, place, thing…
My mouth does this:
“It’s a place…defined by physical borders, politics and culture.”
She was silent.
I hope I didn’t break that particular train of thought. I hope I planted a seed instead. I’ve got to get better at this real quick.
