"I need my cape!"
(Said as he swept our fuzzy blanket off the back of the chair and wrapped it around his shoulders.)
"Why are you eating your half of the bacon before I put it in your omelette?"
"How do you know only half of the bacon is mine? Maybe three-quarters is mine."
"Why would three-quarters of the bacon be yours?"
"Because there are two of me?"
"There's only one of you. Besides, there'd have to be three of you for three-quarters of the bacon to be yours."
"Fine then. Two-thirds of the bacon."