(While driving through retail sprawl...)
Small Girl: "I see an owl! MOM. An OWL! Mooooooooom."
Small Girl: "IseeanowlIseeanowlIseeanowl."
Mother: "Um. In the sky?"
Small Girl: "No. I see an owl on a building and it was looking at me and its eyes in the letters-IN THE LETTERS!-and that make me funny. It make me too laughing. Owwwwwl."
Mother: "That's.....cool. "
(Continues to drive; has no idea what small girl is talking about until much, much, later when this dawns on her. Considers a move to the sticks, where people get their buffalo wings the honest way: from fat, middle-aged guys running the only bar in town.)