a bedtime story

Tonight I read Blake a book.
Then I told him it was time to get in bed.
He didn't want to get in bed, he wanted to play.
I told him if he didn't get in his bed, he would be in trouble.
I repeated this two more times, getting a little more serious each time.
Then he told me I was mean.
I told him that I didn't care if he thought I was mean, it was still time to go to bed.
Then he looked at me and said, "You have stupid hair."
Seriously?
Not sure where he got that one.
I have awesome hair. ;-)
Goodnight.