"I wish I had a beer"

While we were eating lunch today, Parker turns to me and says, "Mom I wish I had a beer."

Me: A beer?

Parker: Yeah, a beer?

Me: What to do you mean a beer? (I am a little leery at this point of what he is going to say.)

Parker: Yeah, Mom a beer like Santa Claus!

Me: Oh, a beard! (Whew, we dodged that conversation a little while longer.)