After a good friend of mine kicked me ruthlessly in the butt, teased me for being so lazy today, and then jokingly called me a bad mom within earshot of my toddler, he chimed in and retaliated with, "Merideth! My mommy is not a bad mommy, she just likes to beat kids."
Wait a minute, I do? What the? Where the? This kid is lucky he never had my stepfather as a parental figure, or he would actually know what a beating is. But seriously, he didn't help my case with the whole bad mom thing.
And later he told me he was remembering a time when he was a really cute baby inside my tummy. Of course, this was before he was born and wrecked havoc.