Mealtime around our abode starts a bit like this:
It progresses nicely as Declan enjoys his yummy food.
And then it happens. He realizes he has a bib on and starts to rip it off. Knowing I already have a mound of laundry (plus wearing a bib isn't too much to ask?!) I promptly tell him "no sir", which then ends up about like this:
Okay, okay. I give in. I mean, his "this sucks" face is irresistibly cute but it's not worth the tears. No bib, Delcan wins and meal time resumes.