I am not a child.

I love my dad, really I have always been a daddys girl. I don't, however always get along with him, and usually after about a day we are on each others nerves. He tends to treat me like a child, and I tend to get mad. Well my dad went on this little trip with us, so we were together a lot. So we were eating dinner one night and dad and I started to have a little arguement. My mom says just eat your dinner and quit fighting. My baby looks innocently at his grandfather and says "dust keep chewing drandpa, dust keep chewing."