Grownups have such bad manners! I was in my high chair, with a plate of not-so-great food, listening to my Rocknosaurus tape, when I was told to eat some more. Humph! "I'm singing my songs," I said. "Or else I will spit. And get food on my shirt." Well, that showed them! Imagine asking me to sing and chew at the same time. I'm much better behaved than that.
Not only that, I wanted to watch the D.C. Madam on teevee, but they made me go to bed. I must get my own set.