My son went to the trash area to throw away some garbage and a box. I had to flatten the box, and my son said, "Dad, please let me help!"
I asked him, "Oh, are you a tearer?"
"Yes!" He responded enthusiastically.
He helped me tear up the box and dispose of it.
I told him, "That was absolutely tearable."
"Yeah, terrible!" He replied.
"So are you a tearable terror or a terrible tearer?"
"Both!" He answered happily, smiling.
He might have actually understood me. Not bad for a young kid!
