Harvey has a 6th sense when it comes to sweet foods, and not just when it comes to finding them in the cupboard. He can tell when I'm cooking and comes running every time to "help" clean the spoon. He's like a cat with canned food.
Seriously, it's uncanny.
Though one time, I was making mashed potatoes in the mixer and he came in demanding the spoon. So, you know, I gave it to him. He didn't trust me to hand him food for a week. Is it mean that I find this hilarious?