"No, sweetie, the Q crosses the Brooklyn Bridge," her mother answers distractedly, adjusting the sleeping youngest on her lap.
The oldest looks up with a furrowed brow at this and says, "It goes over the Manhattan Bridge, though."
"Honey, we go in to Brooklyn on the Brooklyn bridge," her mother replies, with a look expressing amazement at her child's apparent stupidity.
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