"Okay, Bella, here we go!"
Bella holds the map, folded six times to fit her.
"Here we go, but where are we going?"
"Um..." I look at the map. "Where are we?"
"Here." She puts her finger on San Diego.
"All right, we're going..." I jab randomly with my finger at one of the farther spots – not a tiny one, an actual city. "There."
"Coachella?"
"Coachella my Bella? Absolutely. Now tell me when we get to the exit."
"Okay, Mom." She snaps a picture of the 'now leaving' sign.
Thanks to Lilac46 for prereading for me.