Kind of

Sitting down to dinner.
We are serving our meal with the food in the middle of the table still in the pots it was cooked in.
Younger Son lifts a lid to start serving himself, but Elder Son reaches for the serving spoon first and dishes food onto his own plate. 

Younger Son stands there stunned for a moment, then says, "I guess I'm being kind."
I ask, "Kind of what?"
"Kind of stupid, apparently."