There Is No Such Thing As A Dragon by Jack Kent (1974, I think?) has a clearly suburban setting visible when the kid’s dragon cum house on wheels relocates in chase of a bread truck.
(When’s the last time you saw a bread truck!?)
(When’s the last time you saw a bread truck!?)
Are you sure it’s a kids book?!
(Although if I’m being honest, I wouldn’t have expected it to be the first definition.)