Potty Mouth

Jack likes saying "Dammit". Mostly, he likes getting a rise out of us by saying it. He likes to strategically use it in waiting rooms and at grocery stores, which is super fun. I'm pretty sure I know where he picked it up. The silver lining is that he uses it correctly. If we raise our voices and say his name, he fills in the rest. The not so silver lining is that he's 2. He also likes telling us not to say it, thus saying the word: "No say 'Dammit'!" Great.

Yesterday, I committed the unforgivable sin of paying attention to Dani when he wanted the attention. So he came up to me and pretended like he was going to bite me (maybe he really was going to bite me but I yelled out before he could.) He then followed up with the "Dammit". I had had enough. We have been ignoring it to try to get him to tire of it, we've yelled at him, we went old school and tried a little soap in the mouth which he found funny rather than annoying. So I declared a Time Out. He used to run to Time Out when you told him to but not anymore. I picked him up and plopped him down there. He stayed and was good. After the Time Out ended, I went to release him and told him that he couldn't say the bad word.

We returned to playing and he looked at me and said, "No say. . . " I could see the wheels turning in his head processing the fact that he was about to say the word he was told not to say. "No say. . . D....AT! No say DAT!" Atta boy, Jack!