Overheard on my walk today to the post office.
A young father pushed his little girl in this giant pram. She couldn't have been more than three, curly-haired, cute as a bug, and she was not so much sitting in it as lounging, resting her head on one hand.
As they passed I heard him ask her, "I'm sorry, did you just say you want to fly to Vegas?"
She heaved a big sigh and said,
I died on the spot, as did the father.