G(8): Hey Mom? How do you feel about a pizza of brownies?
Me: A pizza of brownies? How do I feel about it? Like that's probably something God gave us to make the world a happier place. Like He thought, "Hm. What two perfect things can I smack together to bring peace to the world... or at least to a household?" and he answered himself, "Oh! A pizza of brownies! Of course!" and then the angels sang heavenly songs and rainbows formed over our house and leprechauns danced an Irish jig on the rooftop. And unicorns galloped through the yard and zombies....
G: Mom? Um. Sure. Let me ask that differently. Do you want a brownie?
Me: Yes, please.