Thank You ... I Think

On most nights Jake requires someone to dress him in his pajamas. He does not need help getting dressed, mind you. He just doesn't want to do it himself. (This trait applies to butt wiping too, but I won't go into that.)

So once again tonight, I was helping Jake into his pajamas when I said, "Jacob, I hope you marry a complacent woman."

To which he replied, "Just like you Mama."

I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult.