Are we still doing the soap in the mouth thing?
I may need to go out and buy a bar of soap.
Amazon Prime. Soap please.
We use liquid soap here. Body wash really. How does that work? Do I loofa his tongue?
The six year old said his first bad word the other day.
Wait, shit. His second bad word.
About a year ago while we were watching Monster Truck videos on Youtube he said, “Well look at that damn thing!”
It was pretty fitting really. Trucks… John Deere hats. Lots of testosterone in the crowd. I may have been drinking a beer from a bottle. He pointed to a truck and said “Look at that damn thing!”
Actually, I was drinking a beer because I recall nodding my head and tipping the bottle towards him in acknowledgment.
From upstairs his mom yelled, “Don’t feed into it!”
And I didn’t. Well shit, I did. I winked and whispered, “Yep, those are some pretty sweet damn tires.”
It went away for a year. That is until the other day when his potty mouth came out of hibernation. And oh did it mature while it lay dormant.
He said something filthy while I was away from the house. I was made aware of it via text.
No emoji needed. It was pretty funny without adding a pictorial representation. Point made.
When I came home I confronted him about it.
“So what bad word did you say?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” He answered.
“I understand but I need to know what you said so I can tell you why it’s bad.”
And then he unleashed it on me.
The following isn’t edited for content.
This is exactly how it went down.
Make sure no children are present.
“I said, Hate and Suck and Stupid and Fart and Farty Face and of course, Mr Farty Face and Poop Head and Oh yeah, I also said Mr Poopy Head.”
“Those are all really bad words. Really bad. But I heard you said something else.”
“I also said, Well Fuck It Then!”
“Wow! That is bad too. Those are all really bad words. We don’t say those words. We especially don’t say those words when we are mad. Okay? We talk about things. Diplomatically and politely.”
I think he got it.
I told him if says a bad word again he will go to his room.
His reply. “For how long?”
“This isn’t a negotiation.”
“What about diplomacy?”
“Not in this case.” I answered.
“Will I go to my room for just a little bit? For a long time? Will I go to my room until I am old? How will I eat? What if I have to go to the bathroom?”
“For a hour! Say a bad word and you will go to your room for an hour.”
“An hour isn’t so bad.” He replied.
I guess I need to go buy a bar of soap.
We’re taking it up a notch here.