This morning at breakfast I heard the following exchange:

Daughter 1 (11 years old) to Son 1 (8 years old):  "Hey, do you want to switch bowls with me?  I got a lot of dust and I just don't like it."  (Cereal dust that is.)

Son 1:  "Sure!"  (A little more enthusiastically than I would expect.)

Daughter 1:  "Oh, never mind.  I better eat it anyway.  When I have a husband I might have to eat the dust, so I better just get used to it."