Meet Enjolras Bebe!

Enjolras Bebe is the nickname I have given my blond-haired, blue-eyed 2-year-old host brother, as he has displayed socialist tendencies well above his age-level, much like Victor Hugo's golden-haired, blue-eyed student rebel/incarnation of the logic of the French Revolution in Les Miserables. Though I don't think Enjolras Bebe will be building a barricade and leading a failed Saint-Simonist/Neo-Jacobin/Democratic-Bonapartist student uprising against an abusive, autocratic constitutional monarchy, he has proven his social awareness multiple times:

ENJOLRAS BEBE JUDGES TRANSPORTATION METHODS

Me: So we will play with the cars?
Enjolras Bebe: No, no, the trains. Play with the trains.
Me: Why not the cars?
Enjolras Bebe: No, no, it's bourgeois! *sends toy car flying across the room*

ENJOLRAS BEBE PRACTICES THE REDISTRIBUTION OF WEALTH

Enjolras Bebe: *playing with the toy car my parents got him for Christmas* Bourgeois, bourgeois, bourgeois....
Housekeeper: Enjolras Bebe! Move the car, it's time for dinner. *puts down salad bowl*
Enjolras Bebe: Ah, that is good! *throws away car, begins eating cucumbers from the salad bowl*
Housekeeper:Enjolras Bebe! That is not for you!
Enjolras Bebe: No?
Housekeeper: No.
Enjolras Bebe: *after a moment of intense thought* It is for all of us. *dumps a handful of masticated cucumber onto my plate*

ENJOLRAS BEBE FORESAKES THE INTELLIGENTSIA TO JOIN THE PROLETARIAT UPRISING

Me: Enjolras Bebe, where did you get that mop?
Enjolras Bebe: The closet. *pushes mop around the floor of my room* It's dirty. *raises up mop* The light is dirty.
Me: No, the light is clean.
Friend: *having heard the bourgeois story from me* Are you being a proletariat?
Enjolras Bebe: *blank look*
Me: Are you bourgeois?
Enjolras Bebe: No, I have to work. *mops the mirror*

ENJOLRAS BEBE RE-IMAGINES THE INDIVIDUALIST SYSTEM OF DISTRIBUTION

Me: Enjolras Bebe, what are you doing?
Enjolras Bebe: *unrolling a roll of paper towels across the floor* Making a train.
Me: Out of napkins?
Enjolras Bebe: Yes.
Me: You cannot make a train out of napkins.
Enjolras Bebe: *indignant* Can! Napkins are bourgeois! Trains are for everyone!