Barak, in the living room, is making a huge amount of noise. He is banging on his xylophone with sandbox toys, stomping his feet, and singing "rah! rah! rah!" at the very top of his very able lungs. It is earsplitting. I am in the kitchen considering asking him to tone it down when suddenly it stops, and I hear, in a conversational tone, Barak, telling himself quietly,
"I being very loud."
Pause, and then the racket begins again.