Ronald McDonald Just Doesn't Cut It

We had a crazy day on Wednesday, so I took the Son to McDonald's for dinner.  While he was eating, I started examining his milk jug and I noticed Ronald McDonald surfing on the milk.

"Hey look, Son, there's a clown on your milk!" I exclaim.
"Huh???!", he says.  Then he bent his neck to examine the milk jug closer.  "That Papá??" he inquires.
I struggle not to snort, "No, that's a different clown," I explain.
He cocks his head and asks, "What that name?"
"That's Ronald McDonald," I answer.
"Oh." He shrugs and goes about his business.  Ronald McDonald isn't cool if he's not your dad.