Itchy Friends

Elan hero-worships his friend Joey, who is a year his senior. But when they're together, all they seem to do is fight. Then they can't wait to see each other again. I love eavesdropping on their conversations.
Recently, I caught the tail-end of this gem:

E, angrily: "Well then why do you even come over?"
J: (eye roll) "Because I like you."
E, caught off-guard, but delighted: "You do? You like me?"
J: "Yes, I like you."
E: "Well, then...that makes you a friend."
J: "I am your friend."
E: "A friend. You are my friend! Let's go play."
J, shrugs: "Ok."

Today, it was:

Me (noticing J. clutching his, uh, "area"): "Joey, why don't you go use the bathroom?"
J: "I don't need to go to the bathroom. I'm just itchy."
E, nodding empathetically: "Mine itches too, sometimes."

Well put, Elan. Well put.