So Ayaan comes to the garage riding a small car.  He doesn’t have a small car.  Ayaan is 2.5 years old.
Me: “Woh, what’s this?”
Ayaan: “It’s a car”
Me: “I know.  But whose is it?”
Ayaan: “it’s mine”
Me: “No it’s not.  That bike next to that crying kid is yours”
Ayaan: “No it’s not.  That’s his bike.  This is mine”

I’d have pulled my hair out if I had any left!