"I want an apple!" he told me.
"I wan it apple!" Woodjie chimed in.
"Well, I only have one apple," I told them. "Here. You can have the apple, Elf. I'm just going to chop this slice off for Woodjie."
"Aaaahhh! I hate it when that happens! And you always take a big slice out of my apple!"
"You're right, Elf," I consoled him. "I'm sure the children of the Sudan are weeping for you..."
"No, they're not," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm just weeping for myself."