So Mr. Boy received the gift of cardboard this afternoon — enough, he tells me over chocolate pudding, to make a ladder to the top of Mt. Everest.  Much happiness, and then some speculation on when the Everest climbing season begins (I never kept track), and his mother allows that she does not want him climbing Everest, but it might be fun to visit Nepal.

Nepal?  What’s that?

Time to pull out the globe.  “It’s north of India,” I tell him.  He starts scanning the area all around India.  “North,” I remind him.  “Which way is north?”

I am certain he can answer this.  And yes, he can.  With complete confidence, he turns around and points to the backyard.