It's Not a Competition

We're eating dinner on this fine Fathers' Day. Abigail finishes her drink and comments that Keith still has some if his left. As he finishes the last tablespoon of liquid I hear...

Abigail: I finished before you did! I was done first, but it's not a competition is it.

parents chuckling

Abigail: I drank all mine first. But we're not talking about it. And it's not a competition.