Last year when L was 2 years old he woke up from nap ornery and hungry. So I pulled out a granola bar, opened it up, and handed it to him. In the process of handing it over it broke. He then proceeded to cry.
L "No I can't eat it! It's broken!"
M"It still tastes the same."
L, takes a bite and starts crying again,
"No, it tastes Broken!"