The little man has gotten quite brave with his back talk lately. He seems to be picking this interesting habit up from school-mates, cousins, his father, etc. Some of the more popular ones I'm hearing these days: I don't care. Blah, blah, blah. (He says his cousin taught him this one) You guys are soooo silly. You are weird mommie. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. A co-worker of mine once gave me some great parenting advice. She said the only time she ever spanked her children was when they made a choice that would harm them (i.e., running out into the road). Whenever her kids said something inappropriate or rude, she would actually wash their mouth out with soap. I'm seriously considering it. I even threatened it tonight. His response? "You're weird mommie. Blah, blah, blah." My often angel is, at times, my little monster...
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