"Mom! I know what the bad word is that you and Dad don't want me to know".
"Oh really? What is it?"
"Oh buddy, that is a bad word, but not the one Daddy and I were talking about"
"That isn't a word. How did you learn that word anyway?"
"Me and some other boys were saying all the bad words we knew at lunch today".
Cue inward groan...why am I sending him to public school again? Oh yeah, because I am about ready to POP with his baby brother. Ok, Kim, stay calm, talk to him or he won't ever tell you anything again.
"So, what words did you tell?"
"The sh one, the one that starts with sh and ends with it, and the d word"
"Yeah, I know what the sh word is, you don't have to tell me all of it. What words did you learn?"
"Well, that one I already told you and dick."
"Ew. Do you know what that is? It is a mean word for a penis"
"Yeah, my friend told me that it meant penis at recess".
"Bub, you really shouldn't be talking like this, you know that right?"
"I am going to have to punish you for this. It is not okay to say bad words and I don't ever want you to do it again".
"I am ALWAYS the one that gets punished. If I am being punished then the girls need to be punished too. It is not fair!"
Then the weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth began, followed by stomping off to his room telling me I am the meanest Mom ever and that he is never coming out again.
So, I called Jeremy. What do I do? What kind of punishment is good for this? I can't wash his mouth out with soap because it will just make ME puke.
Have him write sentences, Jeremy suggested. YES! Bart Simpson will write sentences!
He had to write "I will not say bad words" 20 times. My favorite part is that he turned it into a song at the beginning.
This kid...he is giving me a run for my money.
**Disclaimer** I know that he did not learn bad words in school. This has nothing to do with him going to public school. That was just my first thought, that is all. I know where he learned the words...from me ;)