"America! America! America!" the kids shouted from the back seat for each flag we passed on the road. The street was lined with flags, like the 4th of July, so the car remained noisy.
"Is the president coming?" B asked sincerely. "Dad, is the president coming down this street?"
Nope, that is in our other country. When a city puts up flags it means that the king is coming. We've even waved to him once or twice.
We love flags. E said today that he wants 3 flag stickers on his water bottle--USA, Spain, and our couscous country. Flags. They truly are emblems of the lands we love!