The following is a conversation that took place recently when my 1-year-old daughter M- met my 4-year-old son D- in our kitchen while holding a sock monkey (made by my sister) in one hand and D-'s much-loved Corduroy bear in the other.
M- (proudly holding out both animals to D-): I have a bear!
D- (in a well-practiced patronizing voice, somehow even higher than usual): Yeeeaaahhh, I let you hold Corduroy for awhile.
M-: He has pants!!
D-: ...Yeah, Corduroy does. The monkey doesn't, though, because he's just a monkey, and that would be silly.
For more childish nonsense, check out the other D- conversations and M- conversations, as well as a select few J- conversations.