i remember as a small child objecting every time i was told to wash my hands. 'i did!' i would claim, but they would inspect.

i remember not staying seated for meals, and one time my mother lifted me back into my chair, and my leg prevented my descent. i always sought to replicate that, but once wise to it, she took countermeasures.

'i'm done!' i would say, meaning: 95 percent of it is still on the plate, but i'm done with it.

whining 'i'm full' worked better, but not 'i'm full. what's for dessert?'