"Oshi, do you drive with your nose on?"
"Yes, of course. Why would I take my nose off?" "Do you drive with that flower in your hair? "Yes." "Really?"
"Yes. And if I'm really lucky, someone will stop to ask me directions and then I get to watch them debate to themselves whether to accept my help or not, as, after all, I do look like a clown." Silence.
The above was a conversation with an 11-year-old.
