Maybe I'm the Best at Being the Worst?

Tonight Mr. Almost Six said, "Goodnight, W.M. - Worst Mom." This, after a day of snuggles and laughter and mac-and-cheese with real cheese (a rarity!). Apparently my not letting the kiddo stay up late to play video games makes me the worst mom ever. Who knew? He's also begun to experiment with telling me I'm "mean" and that he hates me. But this is mainly when he's tired; when he's rested, he calls me "sweetie" and "best mom" and "my love," and repeatedly raises his left eyebrow at me in an effort to make me laugh like a nut, which I almost always do. He kills me.