Here is where the story begins...this past week the boys and I were sitting in the living room. Naughty One got mad at something and started throwing a fit. Screaming, yelling, tossing himself upon the couch, then he started back-talking and yelling at Mama. All I said was, "It looks like I'm going to have to go get some soap." Naughty One jumped up and ran out of the room. I started talking to Caleb and forgot the episode. Caleb and I then heard from the bathroom spitting, gagging, and water running. I looked at Caleb and said, "Is your brother washing his own mouth out with soap?" Caleb was dying with laughter and said, "Yeah, I think he is!" I said, "He aint' right." In walks Naughty One with tears in his eyes,
"I just washed my mouth out with soap. I'm sorry."