E: Mom I want you to make me some oatmeal now.
M: Just a second Elliott, I'm reading one of my favorite Book of Mormon stories where the good guys are stuck in prison and then God loosens the bands on their wrists so they can escape and the prison walls fall down and kill the bad guys.
E: Mom! We don't say "kill!" We say "get."
M: Oh you're right...sorry Elliott. God got those bad guys.
E: Now can I have oatmeal?
M: Okay.
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