This Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means.

Older Son: Mummy, he's contradicting me!
Younger Son: (utterly indignant) NO I'M NOT!!

Size Matters.

Older Son: I'm tired.
me: Long day?
Older Son: (dramatically weak noises of assent)
Younger Son: (in a clear tone of one-up-man-ship) My day was tiny.

Like, Bad Trouble.

Older Son: No you don't get arrested just for eating another person. You're just eating.
Younger Son: You do. And it causes a lot of trouble.