Good News, Bad News

Jude: "Mom, I have some good news and bad news for you."
I grimace.
Me: "Okay. Tell me what it is."
Jude: Sigh. "Well I climbed onto the cupboard in the bathroom and I got down some floss so I could floss my teeth."
Me: "Is that the good news or the bad news?"
Jude: "Mom, that's the goods and the bad news. Don't you get it?"
Me: "Did anything fall off the shelves or did you get hurt?"
Jude: "No, mom. You're frustrating me!"
Me: "Okay, so that's the good news and bad news then?"
Jude: "Yes."

It occurs to me after this exchange that my four year-old doesn't really get the concept of good news, bad news. He heard the phrase somewhere and thought he'd try to use it. It's the natural progression, I guess, from word misuse to now, phrase misuse.

The good news is that he flosses his teeth. The bad news is that now he's mad at me.