A few days ago I was babysitting for a friend whose youngest happens to be exactly four months younger than my youngest. Needless to say, they've grown up together and fluctuate between a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship and a brother/sister relationship. I'm not certain which is more volatile.
We went to the park, but it was too crazy hot to stay for long, so we came home after only a short time. On the way back, they found a a dead worm on the sidewalk. The two of them, not realizing the worm was already dead, discussed its fate until I told them to hurry up and keep walking.
Kaes (to Ben): You killed the worm?! Don't you care about the entire planet?
Ben mutters incoherently until Kaes catches up to me: Mom, are worms helpful?
Me: Yes, they are.
Kaes: Told you, Ben.
A few moments of complete silence while Ben looks like he wants to stick his tongue out at Kaes, but I'm watching, then:
Ben: When I grow up I'm going to be able to baptize, but you won't.
I think Ben may have won that round.