Jill, official eldest daughter of NewMexiKen, reports another example of how parenting never quite works out in practice like it does in theory. In her words:
Mack was going through a swearing phase and it got pretty bad. So I decided to go Old School with the discipline. We told him that from now on, he got one warning a day, and on his second swear word he would have his mouth washed out. He asked what that entailed, and I explained that we would put soap in his mouth.
This is a child who cannot have even no-tears baby shampoo go near his head before he is equipped with a bath visor and a washcloth handy for any accidental drips on his face. The idea of having to EAT soap was horrifying to him.
The threat actually worked. Yes! Discipline that worked on Mack!
Until Sunday, when he said “ass” for the second time that day. I said, “Now, you have to have your mouth washed out.” His father brought Mack into the bathroom and squirted some hand soap on his tongue.
My “warm vanilla sugar” hand soap from Bath & Body Works.
Mack asked for seconds.
I’m thinking they might want to try Palmolive.
And now I have the urge to taste my B&BW shower gel.