We're grocery shopping, and I've not been letting Hubs purchase soft drinks for a while now.
Hubs: Coooooke. . .
Me: There's a McDonald's next door. I will allow you to get one on the way home.
Hubs: Yes, but then I'll only have one tonight instead of being able to drink them all week.
Me: I know. That's the point.
Hubs: Do you want me to get fat and die early or not?