Overheard at our house number umpty-eleventeenth

Imagine, if you will, a fat "plokplokplokplokplokplokplokplokplokplokplokplok" sound from the kitchen.

Me: "What are you doing in there?"

John: "I’m filling the olive oil container.  I kind of like the sound it makes."

Me: "Are you going to end up pouring olive oil all over the counter because you like the sound?"