Yet Another Failed Attempt . . .

We've been slowly transferring our discipline for "offenses of the mouth" from vinegar to hot sauce. I say slowly because I witnessed my 9 year old niece need 3 full glasses of milk after she got a tiny drop of hot sauce on her tongue . . . and frankly who can afford that with milk at $3.00 a gallon? Anyhoo--a little bit ago I heard Kye and Isaac in the basement, and it suspiciously sounded like they dumped our enormous jug of pennies out on the ground. I called down, "Hey, Kye, are you playing with our money?" I heard, "No, mom!" Wanting to give him a chance to fess up, I asked twice more with the same response given. So I went down to catch him in the act. Sure enough, all the money was on the floor.

I told him to come up for hot sauce. After running straight to his room to hide under his blankets, I convinced him it would be in his best interest to accept 1 drop willingly, versus me giving him 2 drops if he didn't cooperate. So I dropped the tiniest bit of sauce on his tongue (really it was Taco Bell sauce--I told you we were SLOWLY making the change). After the drop, I talked to him about the importance of telling the truth and then again asked, "Kye were you playing with the money?" He said, "No, mom." A bit discouraged that the lesson hadn't been learned, I asked one last time. "No, mom. I really WASN'T playing with it. I was cleaning it up." Ummmmmm, WHOOPS! "And, mom? The sauce really wasn't that hot." Got it, Kye. Lesson learned.