Okay here is the story.
Once upon a time, (all good stories start this way. Either that or "It was a dark and stormy night ..." But I digress.) we were going to the wedding of Nancy's cousin in upstate New York (Postdam). There were 3 cars ... nancy and I, her mom and dad and her sister, brother in law and their 2 children Sara and Emily. To shorten the trip we crossed into Canada at Detroit/Windsor via the Ambassador Bridge. Emily was between 3rd and 4th grade at the time. At one point she was riding with us and we trying to explain that things were different in Canada. The whole money deal, (LOONIES) Miles v. kilometers, different government types and the fact the part of does not speak English as a primary language.
Emily is not getting any of this because she's seeing McDonald's, Wendy's, BP and other places that she sees at home. We stopped to spend the night in some little town west of Toronto. As we walked back across the street to the hotel, I looked up and saw the there was a perfect half moon. "See Emily, things are different in Canada, they ONLY get half a moon."
The next few days were overcast. Finally, back in the States, we saw the full moon. I pointed out that we were in the USA and there was a full moon. Emily goes back to school and tells that she learned that Canada ONLY has a half moon. Teacher corrects Emily, tells my sister in law who was a volunteer lunch lady. SIL calls my wife and complains about me ...