And you have a GOOD son.
I was raised with a mom that told us what we were eating and if any noise was made about the meal, we were asked not to participate in the meal and to go to our rooms, I learned not to be too picky when I ate out, as a matter of fact, it pushed me to try other kinds of food/cuisine.
My friend was Italian and when I went to his house before we went out on the town, his mom - Concetta - would start in with the, "sit down, eat, you are NOT leaving until you eat".
"No, thank you, I just ate.....'
"Whasdamatter? you doan like 'Talian?"