We were on our way home from the Mall of America Friday evening -- having checked out the new Nickelodeon theme park, which is huge and expensive and has delusions of grandeur -- and we were driving past the Subway on the corner near our house when Andrew announced, "At Subway, they can make sandwiches for you in a Chevy."

Kip and I, in the front seat, looked at each other.

"In a Chevy?" I asked.

"Yes," Andrew said impatiently. "You know, really fast."

Kip and I realized simultaneously that he meant "in a jiffy." We almost did permanent damage to ourselves in our attempt to keep straight faces.