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!"