Real Eck Abode Convo, Part 901

I walk into our kitchen with a bunch of delicious cupcakes leftover from a work anniversary. They are each individually frosted either red, blue or white. Hubster leaps over the couch running into the kitchen to start feasting on the sugary-goodness.

Hubs: I need one of each please.

Me: Why? They all taste the same. 

Hubs: No, no, no (shaking his head sadly, as if I was an imbecile) The frosting makes them taste different. 

Me: The frosting is the same on each, it's just the dye that makes them different.

Hubs: I disagree, the frosting can make one cupcake taste exceptionally different from another. (Points to the half empty box) See! All the white ones are almost gone! Those must taste the best.

Me: (Dramatic sigh) If, and I mean IF, the cupcakes tasted different, you wouldn't know until you took a cupcake and ate it. 

Hubs: Which is why I need one of each! (He grabs three cupcakes and walks back into the living room where all the boopins are staring at the cupcakes with drooling mouths. I follow him and sit on the sofa.)

Me: Maybe people picked white because they didn't want blue poops?