We had DOB's youngest brother over for the weekend in celebration of his birthday. At lunchtime on Saturday the following conversation occurred:
QOC: I'm making roast for dinner. Do you guys want mashed potatoes or baked potatoes?
DOB: Oh, mashed potatoes!
B6: Yeah, mashed potatoes!
DOB: QOC's mashed potatoes are the best.
QOC: Well, I'm getting tired and mashed potatoes make more dishes than baked potatoes. So if we're going to have mashed potatoes, I'm going to need you guys to help me with the dishes.
DOB: Hey, baked potatoes with lots of butter and salt and pepper are really good--why don't we have baked potatoes?
B6: Yeah, let's have baked potatoes!
Actually I wound up being really, really tired by nightfall, and thus they wound up helping me with the dishes anyway. But there were less than there would have been.