Indianapolis?

Had the granddaughter for a bit this week, culminating in the family Thanksgiving dinner, which was a great good bit of fun. We spent a day at the museum again, met some New People (for her), and just generally played quite a bit.

She kept talking about apple juice, though, even when she a) wasn't thirsty b) wasn't drinking or c) was drinking something else, and it was a bit of a bafflement.

Until Thanksgiving. Until someone asked her about Going To Grandma's House. And Where Grandma Lives.

Apple Juice. (Indian) Apple Juice, Indiana.

Reminds me of my childhood.

We were driving to my grandparents' house, which was in Apache, Oklahoma. I did the standard "are we there yet" often enough that my dad explained that we would have to go through Anadarko first, and I should watch for Anadarko before asking again.

But I kept asking.

Every time we went under any sort of overpass, actually.

His frustration increasing, he finally asked "WHAT did I tell you about asking again?"

And I replied, "You said it'd be after we go in a dark hole......"

My parents found it far funnier than I did, oddly enough......