After a random (normal) conversation with my 7-year old that invigorated my angst, I responded.
Myles: "MOM, you're not supposed to say that!"
Me: "Sometimes it's warranted. I'm an adult. I can do whatever I want."
Myles: "Can you bake cookies in your car?"
(With an accent over the "e", which I swear this blogspot will NOT allow me to do. That's just bullshit if you ask me.)