On the way home from picking my boys up at school:
Youngest: Are you going to clean up the van?
Me: Why do you ask?
Youngest: Every normal person's car is clean.
Me: So, you're saying we're not normal?
Youngest: Normal people don't use their cars for extra storage.
Oldest: Define "normal." There's no such thing.
Me: Does it really bother you that much?
Youngest: Yes. No one else's car looks like ours…
Me: Then maybe you should clean it out this weekend.
Youngest: Maybe we're pretty normal after all.