M: Mom, come here. There's something mysterious in my window.
Me: Hmm, mysterious in your window? Let's see!
Enters M's room and hears the music that's coming from neighbors who live behind through M's open window. I told her that the neighbors were playing music and that we could hear it, kind of like when Big Daddy plays music when he's cleaning the garage. Her tone, though, throughout was of awe that there's was fun music outside.