The first time she questions anything is when we pass the huge sign warning us that we’re approaching the Canadian border. “Are we running away?” she signs when I glance at her. “I don’t have my passport.” I laugh. It occurs to her that I’m trying to run off with her, and she starts worrying she won’t be able to come with me? That’s awesome. And a huge relief. “Don’t worry. I planned ahead.” I reach into the door pocket and pull out both of our passports. “But we’re not running away. I don’t think borders matter much in the dreamworld.” Mariella shrugs but looks confused, cute little wrinkles covering the bridge of her nose and hovering around her eyes. We get through the border crossing without a problem, but Mari pays more attention after that. Watching the signs, she guesses our destination pretty quick. “Why are we going to Ottawa?” “Because it’s the closest city less than two hours away.” It’s a lot easier to plan a full day of activities in a city with actual tourist draw.
