Gotcha!
Every now and then I have a straight up BRILLIANT parenting moment. It came to me suddenly today. It is frankly a pretty creative consequence that I am pretty sure is going to result in stopping a behavior, I'm about done with. Andrew has been pushing the envelope lately, on what Doug and I will tolerate with language. Nothing serious. In fact- pretty harmless. However, I know Andrew, and if I give him an inch . . . he'll take a mile. Is he going to cuss and talk trashy with his pals? Uhhh, probably. I'm not stupid. He needs to learn there are appropriate places to use "naughty" words, and places not to. And. . . inappropriate language ain't gonna happen with his parents, his grandparents, or . . . pretty much with any adult. He's been warned a LOT lately. Those warnings, gentle reminders, rational explanations for why I don't want him using those words (aka: a younger, impressionable sister), sarcastic remarks are falling on sel...