Aesop (you may dare your own geo-political moral from the following exchange).

I was chatting with the children about the composer Brahms, and offhandedly mentioned that he was born in Germany. My son leaped in:

"I was born in North America!"

His sister, with the wise condescension of Mr. Miyagi, corrected him:
- "Actually, you were born in the United States of America."

His disgruntlement was enormous and public.
"No I wasn't! I WAS BORN IN NORTH AMERICA!!"

- "No...you were actually born in the United States of America," with accompanying facial expressions expressing the tolerant wisdom of the ages.

"NORTH AMERICA!!!!"

At this point, I could have United Nation-ed things and worked on brokering a peace accord, but I decided to let them learn some independent conflict resolving. Plus, it was immensely entertaining. So I stayed out, aside from sticking on a well-worn record of Brahms' Hungarian dances to score the proceedings.

I love maps, even though they confuse me too.