Song

I was making dinner one evening and the girls were playing church.  They were making up a song.  A song about Satan.  They took turns singing lines, it was quite an extensive song.  A few of the lines include:

We do not like Satan.
Satan is naughty.
He makes the clouds cry.
He is a naughty brother.
He bites our ears so we can't listen to Heavenly Father.
He is nice to the wicked.
He wears Macaroni and Cheese.
He makes us not like the food we are supposed to like.

I have no idea where this all came from . . . a day or two later, Anya whispered in my ear when I was upset, "I love you more than Satan!"