Seth: Mom, you know how that old devil lies and tells us we can do whatever we want to do?
me: Yeah?
S: Next time he comes knocking on our door, you let him in. I'm gonna push him down the stairs, wrestle him to the ground, and punch him in the face!! (Said very emphatically complete with arm motions)
me: Sounds good to me!
S: Yeah, I'm pretty strong. I can beat up the devil.
me: With God helping us, we sure can!
S: Well, maybe a little help from God.
