SH: I think I want some frozen custard.
Me [rolling eyes -- he has just eaten two helpings of baked ziti made with one cup of cream, three cups of cheese and a hunk of leftover sausage not called for in the recipe but I had it so why not?]: OK.
SH: I know. I don't have much self control.
Me: Honey, you don't have any self control.
SH: That's not true. Today, I didn't eat potato chips.