My husband is brilliant. I'll admit it. Don't tell him I said it though. Let me give you an example:
I bought a bunch of cans of vegetables for our food storage. We are now trying to go through these cans and I have to say that canned peas and carrots are frankly disgusting. The kids think they are from the devil. (I have to agree but I don't tell them that.) Well, we needed a vegetable with our chicken dinner and the only thing I had was one of these cans. So, I heated it up and thought "Be prepared for a looooooooong dinner of crying and whining and threats (from me) and more tears....." As I was getting the milk and glasses on the table, my husband was plotting and scheming. When I walked into the dining room, I found all three kids gobbling/inhaling their vegetables. My mouth dropped to the floor. Turns out that all three kids wanted a drumstick and so Papa Echo says, "the person to finish their vegetables first gets the drumstick."