Mom: “Hey, Abigail, I think I did a good job making the tea this time!” (Lately we’ve had some mishaps with the sweet tea.)
Abigail (after tasting it): “Mom, this tea is baddish-good. That means that it’s part good, but part not good.”
Don’t bother coating the truth to save my feelings, child. I’ll be alright. I’m a mommy. I can handle all sorts of criticism.