On the train, Thursday evening, sitting across from me, a mother and son. The boy is probably about age 6:
Child (looks at my bag): Mom, why does he have an umbrella? It's not raining.
Mother: He probably brought it to work this morning when it looked like it was going to rain.
Child: I wish he would come to our house, because he looks very nice.
Hey, I'll take a compliment anywhere I can get it.