Wyatt: “I a bad guy.”
Me: “Nah, you’re a good guy”
Wyatt: “Nope, I a bad guy.”
Me: nothing
(a few minutes pass)
Wyatt: “I a happy bad guy.”

I have no idea how he ripped his jeans.  They were intact when he went outside to play 5 minutes ago.  He is not hurt and has no idea how it happened.  Ahh, boys!