My boys have a habit of professing their greatest love for me while I'm doling out treats.
The superbowl sweet was a rootbeer float to which incited this conversation:
Joey: Mom, thank you for my rootbeard float. I love you SOOOOOO much!
Me: Joey, you're not just saying that because I gave you the ice cream, are you?
Joey: Yes, I am.
Yeah, we can praise honesty but come on kid. At least play it down a bit.