Beaner, to me: "Where's my macaroni and cheese? Where's my corn?"
Al, to me: "That's exactly the quote that popped into my head, too."
"Boys like Mommies and sisters like Daddies. That means you need to drive and Daddy nees to sit in the passenger seat."
I think his logic is faulty and he's been watching to many Berenstein Bears episodes. (Al, while watching the Berenstein Bears with the Beaner in our hotel room in Harrisburg: "Are these bears Mormon?") I've no idea why the Beaner prefers me to drive; it's taken a while for me to come to terms with this, but Al is the better driver. I've become more nervous and paranoid behind the wheel over the years. I am a heck of a navigator, though (more reliable than the GPS, even. :)
Beaner: "Why are your sunglasses there?"
Me: "Because they were in my hockey bag and I took them out."
Beaner: "But why are they there?"
Me, exasperated that he still hasn't taken his jacket off after being asked three times: "Because I put them there. You know, sometimes things just ARE."
Beaner: "Oh, right, like a pirate. [pause] Arrrr!"