You know you're raising a country kid when you pull up to a four-way stop in your little town and there are four cars (including yours) waiting to go through the intersection. Your youngest daughter looks at all the cars, crosses her arms, sighs heavily and turns to you to say:
"I really hate big cities. There are too many cars and too many people. I'm glad we aren't city people."
Edited to fix my inappropriate use of an apostrophe. Thanks Amy and Kathy for catching it!