4/25/08

Winner Winner Soapy Dinner

This is what happens after school when your kid calls someone a not-very-nice-name-but-Ellen-Degeneres-would-probably-qualify [felt like I needed to whisper that] Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner...

(...AND...Before anyone crosses my name off your list of "safe" houses to send your kids, just remember someday, probably sooner rather than later, YOUR kids will do something dumb too...I really need to believe that!)

This prize package contains:

1. Back stage pass to the Principal's office. Front row seat and a signed autograph on the note he brought home.

2. Grounding from "all things fun" -- anything electronic or playing outside with friends. Just sentenced to his room with only his homework and enough oxygen to get him through to morning.

3. And because I wanted this to be drastic...before he went to bed [early] he got this: We call it Irish Spring a la mode..Clean as a whistle!. [well, minus the ice cream]. Dee-lish.

Maybe I can get a discount at the next dental visit since I've already taken a homemade impression of his bite.



Let no unwholesome word come out of your mouth. I thought I had already made that perfectly clear. At least it gave us a good opportunity to talk about the power of our words and what the Bible has to say about how we treat others. Again.

Parenting keeps me humble...and embarrassed sometimes.

Please tell me I'm not alone...

10 comments:

Amy said...

You are not alone. I haven't tried soap yet. But I have been embarrassed plenty.
"Where on earth did he hear that? I would never! Certainly not..."

runningmama said...

ROFL. "Winner winner soapy dinner" I love it. Its official, I linked you too! I am no longer a "creeper" as the kids in our youth group say. I just LOVE your site. Take care!

Tam said...

LOL! Has your kid ever called someone the endearing name of his genitalia? YUP! That's our boy! Of course he was young enough to think it was funny, but he waved goodbye to the little neighbor girl "See ya later p----!" I still pray his lisp was so strong her mother didn't catch it. Know this though sister, because I believe it with all my heart: if we keep shepherding those hearts and reminding them where to steer, they're gonna be the world changers because nothing, NOTHING holds them down :). They have resolve that puts grown men to shame. And because... if I don't believe that, his life expectancy tends to waver ;) Miss you guys.

Cindy Beall said...

Right there with ya, sister.

Robin Meadows said...

Advice from "been-there-done-that"
1. Don't be embarassed by your kids..They are still in training (just like us) ; )
2. Whatever you "make perfectly clear" once will probably need to be made "perfectly clear" a million other times. Or a ja-jillion.
3. You love them. They will turn out to be LEADERS, warriors, princesses for Christ!
4. Keep up the good work!!

Love you Kim.
PS - I recently heard someone say that they use "Sassy Sauce" - cider vinegar in a spray bottle for times just like this! LOL

5purposedriven said...

Whew...that Robin has some sound advice. I like that girl.

You did well.

And, I'm so glad it was you instead of me yesterday. Thanks for taking my turn...I could not have handled one more thing yesterday!

Kim Heinecke said...

Robin - you're so right!! Of course this isn't a 10 on the mess up scale but I want him to know it is not acceptable to speak to young ladies like that.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T...

Natalie Witcher said...

I probably could use the soap myself sometimes.

Roger Garrett said...

I used to eat it by the truckload. But I have a great story on that, ask me next time you come into toon town

Becky said...

You aren't alone. Because somewhere out in the Southwestern U.S., there is a family that is dealing with the exact same things.

I ditto all the advice...reinforcement and follow-through are good tools...keeping in mind that this is only the beginning of their training, and that eventually they will outgrow much of this, and go on to be young men of God and Christian leaders.

I had to crack up at the bite marks in the Irish Spring. I remember my grandma making me bite down on some vile tasting soap when I said something naughty once. It made quite an impression, and I knew never to utter that word again.

 

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