The other day, Jude was standing in the kitchen while I was cooking dinner.
"Mommy," he said, " You're a bad guy. I'm a bad guy. Greta's a bad guy. Gladys (dog) is a bad guy. Ginger is a bad guy. WE'RE ALL BAD GUYS!!!"
"I don't want to be a bad guy."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do!"
"No, I don't. You can't tell me what I want to do," I said.
"Mommy, you get what you get, and you don't throw a fit!"
BACKFIRE! I guess I can blame myself for him learning that one. I was laughing so hard I just said, ok...I'll be a bad guy.