December 26, 2003
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Tucker Versus Tinsel ...
Just like Old Faithful is in a repeating cycle of building up pressure to a glorious explosion, around my house it's only a matter of time before Tucker will do one of his many things and I will be forced to blog about it. This week, he's been swearing. Tucker's Momi doesn't appreciate his swearing. I've given him the talking to that went right over his head, the stern warning that he didn't take seriously, and finally we were reduced to threats. I promised him that the very next time he said "What the hell!" I was going to wash his mouth with soap. Well, about twenty minutes later I heard it ringing through the air like the sound of Christmas bells .... "What the HELL!?!" Only, no angel was getting his wings in response to this musical sound.
I did it. I washed his mouth with soap. He cried. It was bad. About twnety minutes later Tucker wanted to discuss things. "Momi, I've been thinking about it. I don't think that the bad words live on my tongue. I'm pretty sure they are coming from my feet."
Well, I wasn't convinced but happily for him, there were no more ringing incidents of swearing around the house that day. The next morning however, Michael came bursting out of their room. "Momi! He did it again, Tucker swore again, he said "What the hell!"" Tucker was right on his heels and you could tell by the look on his face that he was already tasting that soap. He quickly defended himself ... "Like HELL I did."
My kids have always had a slightly different approach to Christmas morning than we took in my family of origin. For one thing, they never get up any earlier on Christmas than they are regularly used to rising. I frankly do not understand this. I was up yesterday morning by 6 cooling my heels amid the sparkling lights and presents. My kids rolled out of bed about 8. The next thing they usually do is very slowly and deliberately go about the process of opening their gifts. They have been known in the past to take until noon to get through to the last present and its not because they have THAT much stuff under the tree. They will open one, and then everything has to stop while they play for a while. Then they open the next ONE. Not this year. I'm happy to report that my kids have gotten a dose of normal from somewhere - (I'm thinking that the genes they inherited from me are asserting themselves) I mean there was a frenzy of ripping and tearing the like of which I've never seen around here on Christmas. It was all over so quickly I didn't even get pictures.
We invited the neighbors over on Christmas Eve for games and party food. Tucker and I worked together playing Sequence against the others. It was my job to decide which card we would play and his job to cover the image with our chip. It was the first time that any of us realized that the images on the board don't exactly match the images on the official Sequence deck of cards. Tucker noticed though. "I can't put the chip on him, that king has the wrong crown." Amazingly, we still won.
I hope that your holidays are continuing to bring you peace, joy, and laughter along with the reflection and celebration of your traditions. May you experience all the blessings of the season in great measure.
Terri
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I'm glad you had such a good Christmas
Wash Tucker's mouth out with Coal Tar Soap. That's what happened to me. It won't make him stop swearing but it will make him stop swearing within half a mile of you!
re your comment on my porn post - hehehe so what were you expecting? LOL. Wait for part II, there is more yet to be revealed and you aren't going to guess that one either.
oh Tucker!
Poor (((Momi)))...
It is definitely a time for reflection!
LOL that just made me think of A Christmas Story and Life Boy soap and that kid going blind
Hugs 
This story made me think of my own childhood for my parents were very big on washing out mouths with soap. Once, when I was too young to know better, my older brother told me to go say a certain word to my mother. Me, being the always obedient little brother, did it and promptly landed in the bathroom with soap in my mouth. To this day, he won't admit to my mother that he made me do this.
I enjoy the slow opening of gifts. It drives my husband & son nuts!! I love them to open, look, play, appreciate & enjoy. Constantly a battle at my house!! Merry Christmas!
I remember having my mouth washed out with soap. Mom tired of my not obeying said firmly the next time I said such a word (I don't remember the exact word now) she would wash my mouth out with soap. I was sure this was nothing more than a threat however I feared her. She was somewhat unpredictable and making her angry was not something anyone enjoyed. My brother was the one who told her that I had while riding our bikes together said the offending word. I begged him all the way to the house not to tell on me. I remember my cheeks were burning and I was more scared at that moment than I had ever been in my life. I never forgave him for telling on me. Still to this day I can not believe he betrayed me. Even with all he has done to protect me and care for me I still can not stand to reminded of the time he let me down.
LOL at Tucker! Man dont' be coming around here with that soap I'd have to keep it in my mouth 24/7!
And sure I'd love to meet you! Flagstaff is about four hours away. Up on a big mountian. Flagstaff is flipping gorgeous actually. But it is one heck of a mountian!
I haven't had any coffee can you tell?
God Bless - Dale
Nick doesn't cuss...but he went through a phase of lying that brought about the dreaded soap in the mouth. I didn't scrub him down with Ivory, either - I took a teaspoon and put Dawn Dish Soap in it. He was fighting me and fighting me, so I said "YO. Kid. Take it from the teaspoon or I will pin you down and squirt it from the bottle into your mouth and you are gonna get a lot more!"
So he took it, right? Standing by the kitchen sink? And he was crying...and...
a bubble the size of his head came from his mouth.
Yeah. Oh, yeah. I laughed. It was FUNNY. So he's gagging and spitting and rinsing, and I'm LMAO leaned up against the counter top.
And then another huge bubble came out of his mouth.
And then I was literally on the floor, back against the cabinets.
He was not a happy boy. And it took one more time for him to know I meant business - but that was it. No more lying!
{{{{HUGS}}}}
I love how he decided the words were coming from his feet
Smart kid! You've got to give him points for creativity.
I noticed you didn't mention it was liquid hand soap. I'm sure krisinluck would approve!
THE HELL I DID!!!!
HA!
Sail on... sail on!!!
Yeah! A Tucker tale.....oh, my.....and a good one, too!
This soap incident reminds me of the scene in the movie A Christmas Story....where the kid gets his mouth washed out with soap....and then he dreams he goes blind from the soap poisoning and then his parents are SOOOOO sorry! 
Has Tucker seen that movie? I bet he'd appreciate that scene! Oh, I LOVE to play Sequence...we were first introduced to that game by friends when we lived in Minneapolis....FUN! Thanks for sharing a Tucker tale....made my day! 
I'm so glad it went well!
My bunch spanked me real good at Phase 10.. LOL at the soap in the mouth! Bet he learned a lesson!
'Helluva' story! Did you wash his feet after that last bout of cursing? LOL!
Laughing.
Mike
LOL. My folks used to wash mouths with soap. My sister got a dose of it one time when I told on her because she wasn't doing something I wanted to have her do. I have since apologized for my heinous actions. I do, however, still get a chuckle from it.Blessings
i did the soap thing to Sarah, too.
and, reading Kris's tale up there made me laugh about it all over again. i do recall the bubble formation coming out of her mouth and my trying to NOT let her see me cracking up.
oh man...kids...they'll forever keep us hopping, won't they?
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