This reminded me of a story my late sister used to tell about a time early in her marriage when she decided to make her husband's favorite pie. It seems that sometime after dinner that evening their conversation turned to which of them had accomplished more that day. After each recalled their day's activities, she finished by reminding him she had made his favorite pie as her final good deed for the day, and asked him what good deed had he done for her. He replied, "I ate your pie, didn't I?"
...a corn eating contest through a picket fence.
There is a reason that I say that anyone who has given a cat a bath knows things that no one else does.
Art Linklater was right all those years ago: "Kids Say the Darndest Things."