That in itself is another opportunity for them to cut me down while playing dumb.
"I don't know what to make you anymore?"
"It was good enough when you were growing up!"
"If eating a pork chop is wrong, I don't want to be right."
"Wittle baby won't eat his meatsy-weatsy." No Mom, I don't want that little spoon and plate anymore! Yes, I'll take the bib because sometimes I still dribble, but I will tie it myself, thank you!
