When Bekah was three, we were driving home from Disneyland one night, and she asked where we lived.  I told her we live in Yorba Linda.  She was silent for a while.  Then she said, “Well, Daddy’s Balinda is close to My Balinda, where is your Balinda, Mommy?”  We then tried to explain we all live in the same town, and the town is two words, Yorba Linda.  She proceeded to tell us what her Balinda was like, but wanted to know more about our Balinda.  For a good year, if we asked her where she lived, she would answer, “My Balinda!”
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