Only God Can Save You

I watched my friend Jill's son, Aiden, today for a few hours. He's the same age as Mason and I'm always glad to have him over. He keeps Mason busy and gives me a break from playing 4 year old boy games. He's been over a few times, and I always enjoy eavesdropping on their conversations. Here are a few examples:

During a game of cops and robbers:
Mason: Quick - call the police!
Aiden: The police can't save you - only God can save you.

Heard from another room:
Aiden: HELP! Mason's putting me in the box!

During snack:
Mason: Your voice sounds weird.
Aiden: Your voice sounds weird, too.
...long silence

Me: Aiden, do you want strawberries or grapes?
Aiden: I'll take a banana since I'm a monkey.

After Mason threw a fit over not getting to drink a chocolate shake with lunch:
Aiden: You told your dad that you wouldn't say 'no' to your mom today, and you just said 'no' so you lied to your dad.
Mason: (who's been working out the differences between tricking and lying): I was tricking.
How convenient for him.

And my favorite...
Aiden (whispering to Mason): Your mom's really nice.

The boys hiding in the closet from a fire breathing dragon
(aka our dog, Rush).