I’m choosing to interpret this statement as I’m usually pretty awesome (but, of course, I could be wrong)

My husband called me.  He had taken Jake camping with the other scouts.  “Guess what Jake said to me on the way to camp.”  He laughed.

“What.”  I asked.

“Jake said, ‘This week mom was not very patient and evil.’”  Intrigued my husband queried, “Evil?  Why was she evil?”

“She was angry because we didn’t do our jobs,” Jacob replied.

Naturally, my husband called me to laugh at me for being evil.