This is what my 5 year old asked three months after our arrival to NY, a move I resisted because I thought my kids would be better off based in a small town in the north of Europe with swans, deer, and cycling paths amongst the trees. Turns out my monkeys prefer the concrete jungle. Trouble remained silent, too in awe of the tractor digging in front of us to comment. Coming across a dead rat was another highlight of our initial months here.
“momma, can we go live in India?”
This is what my five year old asked after 7 months living here.
A classmate of hers had gone to India for a month with her parents as volunteers in a school. They did a presentation in her class and she was mighty impressed. Now I can get her to eat anything as long as I say they eat it in India.
Me – “you mean you want to go on holidays to India”