Eternal sunshine of my spotless mind

I realize my child is growing up when the following conversation took place yesterday. I noticed that he's not been eating his grapes from lunch and I asked him about it.

Me: How come you didn't eat your grapes?
C-Man: I dunno.
Me: You don't like grapes anymore?
C-Man: I do. [pause] Mommy, how come you have to cut my grapes?
Me: Because they have seeds in the middle. [pause as lightbulb goes on in my head] You don't want me to cut your grapes?
C-Man: No, cause only babies need to have their grapes cut.
Me: If I dont' cut your grapes will you eat them?
C-Man: Yeah.
Me: Okay.
C-Man: Can you make a puka and take out the seeds? But don't cut them in half, kay?
Me: Uh. I don't know. How's about if I just look for grapes that don't have seeds next time?
C-Man: Okay.
Me: Can I still cut your apples into slices?
C-Man: Mom! You have to cut the apples. I can't eat a whole apple!
Me: [loud audible sigh] Okay.

Today I sent him off to school with his sandwich and some whole, uncut grapes (with seeds, I tried to dig out the seeds and it wasn't worth my effort-- too bad -- crunchy grapes for you). He came home with half of the grapes, but at least he started eating them again.

Oh, and he will eat cut grapes at home. Apparently, if he's at home it's still okay to slice his grapes. Just don't do it in front of his friends.

My mood: feeling old