I talkin'

A few days ago at dinner, I interrupted Cooper while he was holding a side conversation with himself (he does that) and he got all mad at me.

Cooper: I usin' a fork, eatin' my din...
Me: Cooper, could you...
Cooper: HEY! Mom! HEY! Stop talkin'!
Me: Um?
Cooper: I talkin'. Not your turn, my turn. When I done talkin', it'll be your turn, ok? OK? Ok. That's better.

Sassy! But he was right, I suppose. It was rude of me to interrupt him while he was talking to his dinner. And evidently, I need to be a bit better about asking him to stop talking, because his mimicry isn't at all flattering.