I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I wasn't born with a golden spoon in my mouth. It was a really tough life.
My mother fed me with a spoon until I was 6 years old.
I stopped using plastic cooking spoons years ago and love my bamboo spoons and spatulas by Bambuhome.
I've never felt like I was born with a silver spoon at all, although I've felt like howling at the moon a lot of times!
You wake up in the morning and you look at your old spoon, and you say to yourself, 'Mick, it's time to get yourself a new spoon.' And you do.
Gag me with a spoon!
I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth; I came from really humble beginnings - the projects of New York City - and I worked my way to get to where I am.
People seem to get weirdly obsessed with my mouth.
Frankly, I was born with a silver spoon.
I was about five years old when I was eating soup in our kitchen, and as I was lifting the spoon towards my mouth, it bent and broke in half.