Angry cars.

The mind of a five year old is a wondrous thing.

Walking through Trinity (window shopping...completely out of price range fancy houses) and he stops dead in his tracks.

'Mummy, Papa, look!'
'Look at what?'
'The arguing cars, look at their angry eyes. I think they are fighting over the best bit of the road...stupid cars loosing their tempers over a bit of road'

He laughs heartily, shakes his head and scoots on.