The girl was 5.
She adorably demanded, “What are you reading?”
He was happy to see his happy neighbor, so he smiled big at her curiosity and so, he said, “A book about an apartment.
On further thought….
“A book about an apartment in Paris.”
“Why⁉️” she asked without missing a beat. (Bet it sounded in real life exactly as it did in her head.
“Because it’s fun!” he volleyed back.
“That’s funny,” she said, walking away – game over – and wrapping up the first convo they’d have that sunny July afternoon up in the heart of their shared San Francisco. “That’s why you’re funny.”