"Mom, can we go to our real house?" Josie asked.
"This is our real house," I said not exactly excited about where this conversation was headed.
"No, this is our pretend house," she said.
"Where's our real house?" I asked hoping this might back her into a corner without an answer.
"In Morgan Hill," she said matter-of-factly.
"That's not our house any more. Our pretend house is our real house."
"Oh," she said, finally speechless. But I wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. I am sure she will let me know.
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