Africa.

Well I'm back babysitting in one of my favorite spots. I just put one of the kids to bed and the following is an excerpt from our conversation (interject several "OK now scratch my back. OK now rub my back. Now scratch. Now rub." while we were talking):

Her: "I can punch someone really hard."
Me: "You can punch someone? You know it's not nice to hit people."
Her: "Well... (sigh) yeah. I went swimming with my cousins in their pool."
Me: "Fun! Did you play a lot of games while you were swimming?"
Her: "Yeah...."
Me: "Where do your cousins live?"
Her: "Africa."
Me: "Oh. Africa, huh? Are you sure?"
Her: "Well, um, yeah... Who lives in Africa? Do you know someone who lives in Africa?"
Me: "I don't know anyone who lives in Africa. It's a long way away."
Her: "Scratch! OK now rub. Do you have friends? I have a lot of friends and you have only a little friends."

I love conversations with four-year-olds.