I could hear Petal in the next room talking with her dad. Out of nowhere, she asked him this pressing question: "What colour does Madagascar live?"
WTF?
I was curious to hear how my husband would answer this mind-boggling query. He said the only thing he could, "Sorry darling, but I have no idea what you mean."
Petal paused for a while. "Is it pink?"
In a desperate attempt to escape this senseless inquisition, I heard him say, "Yes, it's pink."
But he wasn't free yet. "Or is it blue?" she asked.
"Ah, yes."
"So, Daddy, is it purple?"
"Huh?"
"Well, pink and blue make purple."
Her tone was 'you're so silly, Dad. Don't you know anything?'
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