In the car on the way home:
Me: Hey Cristian, let's go eat at Cheddar's. It is Friday and I don't feel like cooking.
C: No thank you. You're a good cook Mommy, let's go home.
Me: You think I am a good cook?
C: You are a good kitchen helper Mommy.
Kitchen helper?? Since it is just the two of us, I can only assume that I am his helper as he barks orders from the living room. Stinker.