Moving backwards

It seems my discussions with my mother have regressed in maturity/intellect. Where once we would have (unfailingly) dissected the American education system, with a few uterus jokes thrown in for good measure, it has now come to this.

The scene: my return from another fail day at lab.

Mother: Have you eaten any lunch?

(I should note that this is the first sign of strangeness. My mother does not inquire as to her children's health, only her guinea pig's.)

Me: Yes. I had cookies.

Mother: Cookies are not a lunch! Here, let me get you some rice.

Me: They were pretty big cookies...

Mother: Shut up and eat your rice.

Actually, that last bit hasn't changed.