Carson was upset tonight and I could hear him in his room saying (very dramatically) "why are they mean to me? I am just a child. No one should be mean to a child. A child is a person."
It would have broken my heart if I hadn't been laughing.
P.S. the mean thing I did was make him clean up his books by himself. He was overwhelmed to do it without help and with his arms stretched out, he dramatically stated "but I only have two hands."
