As Papa ventured into the realm of his native continent, he first tested Chloe on the capital of France. That was easy. “Paris,” she confidently responded. What about England? “London” was her correct answer.

“What’s the capital of Italy?” asked Dad. “Pizza,” stated Chloe matter-of-factly. This is what being a kid in America does to you. With constant food on the brain, how could the capital of Italy not be pizza? She then went on to announce that the real capital of France is Cheese. She couldn’t think of a Mexican food, but she said that its capital was Sombrero.

I love my kids.