I found a tremendous playground quote just now, hiding among my infamous scraps of paper. It’s tempting to go all academic on it, addressing the constructs of logic in childhood or the flow of power between players within and beyond the play frame.
Ultimately though, I think it’s pretty persuasive on its own, in the voice of one child who shouted it to another.
“Yeah? If I’m a wee-wee poo-poo stinky head, how come I’ve got your bike?”