Where's the beef?

We keep a Costco sized box of individually wrapped peanut butter snack crackers in the car, so that whenever we see anyone standing at an intersection we can help them out. It's a tough thing explaining to the kids that there are people out there that don't have enough money for food, or even a place to live. They're learning that we can help them by providing a snack, something that could end up being the only thing they eat all day.

Today we were stopped at a red light for a left hand turn. There was a man directly next to us with a sign that read "Visions of a Cheeseburger". I rolled down my window and handed him a couple packages of crackers. As I rolled my window back up, Owen said, "Hey, hungry doesn't start with a V." I told to him that the sign was asking for a cheeseburger. "Well, why don't you give him a cheeseburger?" "I don't happen to have a cheeseburger in the car, nor do I know where to find one right now," I replied.

His response? "HELLO, Mc.Donald's, Mama!"