6-Year-Old Perspective

I was trying to put five dollars of gas in my car the other day when the pump instructed me to go to the cashier. Not wanting to leave Rachel in the back seat, I asked her to come with me.

It was one of those freestanding cashier windows, where the employee pushes out a tray to return your credit card or change. The clerk asked for our phone number. I provided the area code before Rachel blurted out the rest of the phone number.

As Rachel examined the window she noticed the silver tray where the change is returned. She then asked the clerk, "Why is there a dog dish in there?"