"Me uh Boy"

Me: "James, what are you eating?"

He sticks out his tongue with something orangeish-brown and gooey on it that he just picked up off the car floor.

Me: "Ugh, James. We don't eat stuff off the floor."

I swipe it out of his mouth and throw it outside. James makes a disappointed grunt and thinks a second before shouting back with vigor:

James: "Me uh boy!"

Me: "You're a boy?"

James: "Yah! Me eat duff offuh fyoor!"

Apparently, he feels my "we" does not apply to boys like him.

James' palate: the opposite of refined discernment.