[First a little setup: Our house is set up with baby gates so that the kids (and dogs) are confined to the den, kitchen, and their bedrooms. This means we don’t have to worry about baby proofing the entire house. I work upstairs in the mornings and come downstairs to have a brief breakfast and a little fun with the family before going to my day job.]

This morning J called me down because she saw an Orlando news story on "Good Morning America". I came down the stairs and saw C standing at the baby gate looking (very confused) towards the front door. "America? Where are you America?"

He looked at me and held up his hands, "I don’t know. Where’s America?"

He must have heard J shout "blah, blah, blah, Good Morning America! blah, blah, blah" and was looking to see where America was.