When I was 8 and Bobby had just turned 5, our mother had just gotten re-married and we were living in the home in San Diego that was next door to our grandparents. We were up early and were talking about what a new year meant. I was trying to explain it because, well, I was 8 and practically (I thought) a grown-up.
Also, around that time, Queen Elizabeth's coronation was happening, and I was trying to explain that--he kept asking was she our queen and I kept saying no, she's the Queen of England--well, aren't we English--no, we're Americans, etc., etc., etc. and so it went.
Finally, he asked me, well if we aren't English, and she's not the Queen of California, why is it on the TV?
Good question I was never able to adequately answer.
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