Self-Censorship = Self-Preservation

I had just poured milk on my cereal when Younger Son asked me to make him an egg sandwich for breakfast.
I told him that he could make his own sandwich just fine.
"But I'm so tired..."
"Okay. But you'll have to wait."

I ate my bowl o' mush and then put together his breakfast.

"Did you toast this bread?" he asked.
"Yes, just a little."
"Because... well... next time could you..." and then he stopped dead. "I know, I know... next time, I can make my own sandwich."

Smart boy.