Amanda’s Chile Moments

I was walking from the school to the bus stop with Rachel this afternoon, and a random question popped out of my mouth. “Rachel, where are you from?”
“I don’t know, Mommy.”
“Are you from Chile?”
No answer.
“Are you from America? The United States?”
Still no answer.
“Are you Chilean?”
“Yes.”
“Are you American?”
“No. I don’t know, Mommy. Why do you ask me questions I don’t know the answers to? You don’t like it when I do that to you, Mommy. You really shouldn’t ask me things I don’t know the answers to.”
I apologize. I do hate it when she asks me crazy questions I don’t know the answers to. I am glad she figured that out.
“Mommy? Where am I from?”
I have to think about it for a second.
“Denver. You were born in Denver, Colorado. But now you live in Santiago.”
“Yeah, I knew that.”
I’m not so sure she did.