I just washed my five year old’s mouth out with soap. It was not a pleasant experience, for either of us… but something tells me it may have done the job.

It was an actual bad word. Up until now they’ve flirted with toilet humor (although those were declared bad words tonight after a weekend spent listening to “Poop!” followed by shrieking laughter.) but have never before uttered an actual cuss word. And it was one of my favorites… Bitch. I’m afraid I know who is responsible.

I have a potty mouth. And as much as I try to tone it down, I’m afraid more often than not my conversation tends to be R rated. Not to the kids directly, just when I’m having adult conversation and they are around. For some reason I can’t seem to remember not to call people asshats or describe certain dance moves as “douchey”. And I tend to use the B-word as a term of endearment… said to only those I love the most. Still, my kids don’t know that.

So, we’ve reached an agreement. Dirty words=a mouthful of Dial. And that goes for me too. I’m anticipating having a very clean mouth.