Shelf Life of Approval

I have an aunt, who's really like a sister to me. We take turns on who gets to be younger. Today it was sort of a tie.
I'm going up to visit her this summer. She suggested that I make meals to put in the freezer for the Teacher ahead of time (the Teacher has or has had just about every ailment known to mankind. Currently we're working around fibromyalgia, carpal (however that's supposed to be spelled) tunnel, acid reflex, and lots of food intolerances that no one's bothered to name. I will not tolerate voluntary pickiness in my home when I grow up. I'm using all my tolerance up on her, and she doesn't do it on purpose). I agreed that this was a good idea.
This is where it got silly. My aunt began to flutter (this all happened over the phone, with the Teacher doing the obligatory 'she said this' for each of us) in excitement. "Peaches thought I had a good idea! Oh wow! The honor! I would like to take a moment to thank my family" and so forth.
I laughed and said "Yeah, it's the Peaches Seal of Approval, a rare honor that's good for all of twenty-five seconds."
Her: "Aaaand it's gone."
This is what I meant about not being able to help being silly. It just sort of happens naturally. Like a disease. There is no cure.