Nicholas has, for some strange reason, began experimenting with foul language. He has discovered *sshole, sh*t, and most recently, f*ck. We’ve tried time outs, taking toys away, explaining to him, ignoring it…nothing fazed him. Yesterday, when he dropped the f-bomb the first time, I resorted to good, old fashioned soap. I whipped out the irish spring and stuck it in his mouth, he didn’t like it at all. He hasn’t said it since. Hopefull we are done with it, at least until he is a teenager!


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