I was making lunch, and Noah was loitering nearby. I pointed at a piece of trash on the counter and said, "Trash" (which is Mom shorthand for "Please put this piece of trash in the garbage can, because I'm busy making your lunch, and you're not doing anything.").
He throws it away and says, "Oh. I thought for a second you were calling ME trash." I said I would never call him trash, because he's made by God, and God doesn't make trash. His immediate response: "What about banana peels?"