Mining Gold

Reading the paper while eating breakfast with Keziah, I had to attempt to explain the rescue of the miners on the front page.  That meant defining mining, more newspapers,  more pictures, and more questions.  As she hops down from the table, "There no gold in Merica."  As I questioned her conclusion, she explains that she has never seen shiny gold, like coins, in America; therefore, we have none.  I lifted my hand to display my wedding band.  "OH!  Gold in Merica!"  Guess I need to start wearing more bling for this girl