Betsy is making Jell-O pudding pops, carefully pouring the pudding into each square of the tray, then placing the tray in the freezer. I ask why we don’t just eat the pudding, without making popsicles.
Her response, verbatim:
“Did they ask Picasso, ‘Why don’t you just use sidewalk chalk?'”
We both laugh for about a minute after that, and I’m not sure I could explain why. Touché, wife, touché.