While I waited for my car at the mechanics', I sat with a family who also waited. Their conversation has stayed with me for the rest of the day, and I find it sad even now to type it out:
Child, pointing to the Catholic Church down the street: "Mom, that looks like a castle!"
Mother: "I've told you ten times, that's not a castle!"
Child, more slowly, considering her mother's words: "But it looks like a castle?"
Mother: "It's not a castle."