Scene: Walking down my street, returning from the laundomat. Neighbor-Girl in her early twenties is sitting on her building stoop styling the hair of a Princess Barbie.
MO: (Walking past.) Aren't you a little old to be playing with that?
NG: (Continuing to style the dolls hair.) No. And you have a pink laundry bag.
MO: (Continuing to walk past.) No. I have a big pink laundry bag.
