Dad: *watching brother turning spoon upside down and sideways to eat* Eat like a human, please.

Brother: *pouting, turns spoon right-side-up*

*A little while later...*

Dad: NORMALLY, please!

Brother: Aw!

Dad: I don't want you getting food on the floor! When you move out and I'm no longer paying for anything related to you and you clean your own house, you can do whatever you want.

Me: So...when he's thirty then...

Dad: No, when he's eighteen and I kick him out and he lives under a bridge and works at Goodwill!

Brother: Goodwill hires mentally disabled people...

Dad: Yeah, I know.

Brother: HEY!!!

Me: No, they hire disadvantaged people.

Dad: *flicks his eyes to brother*

Brother: *continues eating*