At the store earlier:
Me (to kids): Don't forget I'm cooking Fudge for Christmas
Daughter: *hugs me* I KNOW! I LOVE YOUR FUDGE! WHEN YOU MAKE FUDGE THEN YOU ARE AMAZINGLY AWESOME, AND THEN YOU GETS LESS AND LESS UNTIL IT GOES AWAY.
Me: Er.. thanks?
Apparently my Awesome factor is directly linked to the amount of fudge available. Less fudge = less awesome. o.o