Last night, stepping out from our friends' apartment into a cool, calm spring evening, my almost-four-year-old daughter had a concerned look on her face.
"I can hear the birds singing," she said.
"I know," I replied. "It's nice, huh?"
"But I can't hear anyone talking." Here she grew even more pensive, and stopped walking. "It needs to be NOISY."
Good lord, we've raised a city kid.