Hah! I couldn't help but laugh. Mark and I have been talking to Rachel about watching out for cars as we walk around our neighborhood. "You have to check all the gates to make sure they are closed before you run by them!" Here every house has a front fence between five and seven feet high, usually iron painted some color that matches the house. Every house.

So today I was telling Rachel that when I grew up at Nana's house (that's what she calls my mom) none of the houses had fences or gates in the front. "You could just run across all the grass of all the neighbors all the way down the street if you wanted to," I said.

Her response, with a confused tilt to the head: "When you took walks with Nana, did you have to stop in front of EVERY house?!"