I was driving Noah to a friend's house to have an airsoft battle. He wanted me to "step on it!" so he could have as much time there as possible. I commented that if we got in an accident on the way he wouldn't be able to play at all. (I just realized I've become my mom. She used to say stuff like that to me.) He said, "I wouldn't care then. I'd rather go to heaven than play airsoft anyway! Hey, I could play airsoft with Jesus and Isaac! God might be kind of hard to hit, since He's a spirit...."