It's always a teacher's kid.....

Thing1 spent today in ISS because of an incident last Wednesday.  I don't know what it's been about the past two Wednesdays that he gets in trouble at school.  I'm praying tomorrow goes by without incident.  Anyway,  last Wednesday I receive an email from Dr. P that says

"Heath called out Son of a Bitch in PE while we were having Football Signing Do you want me to give him two licks or ISS Tuesday"   -- just wonderful --- now I'm at MPMS and it's almost the end of the school day so I can do nothing but get to a phone to find out the whole rotten story.

I call Dr. P and he gives me the play by play.  Thing 1 wants a paddling.... oh yeah.. like he's going to get that today.... I tell Dr. P -- nope, give him the ISS and tell him that his dad will be taking care of him this afternoon. With my final word of advice from Dr. P being "this all normal"  yeah right.

Any hoo -- email Berry to let him know that our son has let fly a very colorful phrase  and that Thing 1's butt is his afterschool and I wil be bringing home a bar of soap with Heath's name on it.  Yep,  the good ol' soap in the mouth a la "A Christmas Story"  which Thing 1 just discovered this past Christmas. Well,  Thing 1 has all afternoon to think about it because I'm waiting on Thing 2 to get finished with dance.

Home again home again ... I get the soap unwrapped.. Thing 1 is looking at me with this "I can't believe you are actually going to do this" and Berry is ready to erupt into fits of laughter.  Thing 2 is just staring in disbelief and probably thinking "I'm just going to be real quiet and not cause any trouble for once." 
A couple of minutes later, it's all over with Thing 1 spitting into the bathroom sink trying to get the soap taste out of his mouth.

All I can say is .. you know what they say about teacher's kids.......