I go to the garden with my daughter. I passed by a car in which a woman was sitting. The window is open and he can hear us. The daughter says loudly:

Look at what a scary man!

Where is?

Out in the car.

I am uncomfortable silent. My aunt begins to shake her eyes. The daughter adds:

My aunt hangs in the mirror.

My aunt and I relaxed. She actually has a scary toy hanging on the mirror in the salon.