Friday, June 16, 2006

little lies

Some things, I thought, were surely learned, not instinct. But here comes Daniel, whenever his dad tells him "no" to something, asking mom the same thing! And now, when I tell him "no," he replies: "but my daddy said...."
Don't you know what happens to liars, little man? They go to Washington!
So we've tried time-outs. And we've definitely removed privileges. And we've used the bar-of-soap-on-the-tongue. On a scale of one to ten, I've decided "Lava" is the worst, "Dove" is the mildest, and "Irish Spring" is just about right to get the message across.

1 comment:

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"It was... it was... SOAP poisoning!"

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