Soap Poisoning?

Well, as you can see from the picture, we are, obviously, the meanest parents on the planet.  Let's start with stating that neither boy suffered from soap poisoning as a result of a little disciplinary action.  And here's how it all went down.  About a week ago on a Monday morning, as we were pulling into the school parking lot for drop off, Bennett decided to drop a bomb.  He said in the most casual voice, "Chandler said *%! is a bad word, but how could *%! be bad?  I mean, what does *%! even mean?"....I'm not going to say the word that he said (3 times in a matter of 0.5 seconds), but let me just state that my body literally flinched when it came out. 

Please note, we drive 25 minutes to school.  We had approximately 23 minutes to properly discuss had Bennett chosen to bring this up earlier, but since we were then pulling into the parking lot, I was a little pressed for time.  I quickly explained how that was an ugly, ugly word.  We don't use that word in our home.  It's not honoring to God, and the list of reasons went on and on at a rapid pace.  However, in my heart of hearts, I knew right then the damage was done......Beau, the exhibitionist little brother, had heard the word.  It was only a matter of time before the next bomb would be dropped.  I could only pray that it wouldn't be 1)  in the classroom of his precious, little Christian school, 2)  shouted out in front of our pastor, and/or 3)  at the baseball field as he crossed home plate.  I say this only because I know this child well.  Putting on a show is his gig and he loves a good reaction.  I know he saw the shock in my eyes when that word first rolled off his big bro's tongue, so it's not likely he was going to waste that one on just any crowd.  Goodness!

SO yesterday Bennett runs in and shouts at the top of his lungs "MMMMOOOOOMMMMM, Beau just said *%! again!".  Can my people PLEASE stop saying that word?  It's burning my ears!  Fletcher sat them both in chairs, put a fresh bar of dial soap in each of their mouths, and taught them a new word:  con·nois·seur    His projection is that we are going to have two soap connoisseurs in our house if they keep repeating what lofty, little Chandler is telling them.  I mention Chandler for a few reasons.  First, I don't know this child and couldn't pick him out of a crowd.  His mom, whom I do not know, and I are not facebook friends or instagram mates or anything else, therefore, this isn't a passive-aggressive approach to get someone to reign in their child.  And second, I was fully prepared to throw Chandler under the bus if I got a phone call from the school regarding this word coming out of a Tidwell boy's mouth.  I'm not fronting....I've got no loyalty to Chandler. :)  I will forgive, unless he follows up with the definition of the word at which point I really will tackle him.