... or, interacting with my son.
Me: You have to be in the church nativity play. They need kids to be angels.
The Boy: An angel?! That's so girly! *whine*
Me: Whatever. St. Michael had a sword and could beat you up! Angels are tough. [I may have said "bad ass"]
The Boy: [eyes my suspiciously for a moment considering this] Really?
Me: Of course!
The Boy: Ok. I will do it but only if I can be a tough angel... like the *ANGEL OF DEATH*!!!
Me: Don't be silly. Revelations comes after the Nativity.
The Boy: You're no fun.