I don't really love blogging about funny things my kids say, but I'm going to now. The other night, as she was going to sleep, and after she watched The Wizard of Oz for a second time (and we decided, again, not to watch it a third time until she's eight), Helen turned to me and said, "Is Kansas a real live place?" Her expression was almost pained.
"Yes," I told her, "It is."
She waited a minute to let this sink in. "But," she wondered, "If New York is in color, is Kansas all brown?"