Anytime I take a bite from my children's food, or drink a swig from their drinks, I proclaim it "Mom tax." Not that I do it THAT often, just every meal or so. Especially if it involves french fries from the Golden Arches.
Well ask not for who the tax man comes for he comes for all.
The other day I asked Lilia to get me a can of Squirt. She did, opened it, and took a swig. After taking her share she told me, "Lilia tax."
Touche, tax lady, touche. None of us ever escapes death or taxes. Or lessons of "what goes around comes around."