We went to pick Joe up from the airport. As we got out of the car, A pointed over at the building.
A: Is that where Papi is?
Me: Yes, and we'd better hurry because we're late.
A: Is that where the president is?
Me: No, Papi left the president in Washington DC.
Revelation: Her idea from the night of the debate had apparently morphed into a belief that Papi spent the entire week at the airport, just a half hour's drive away.
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