We are visiting the Alamo. Mo asks, “So why is the Alamo such a big deal? Didn’t you lose?”
We go inside. In the first room to the left is a cannon. Mo, sizing it up, says, “you have a tiny cannon. No wonder you lost.”
She spends the rest of the time inside the Alamo grousing about the rule that requires her to take her hat off because it’s a shrine. “Not a shrine,” she declares. “Maybe a monument.”
And that was our visit to the Alamo.
Mo is going to hell for sure.