Who's the Hot Sauce now 'Basco?!

So the boys are in the potty mouth phase. If it rhymes with Tutt, has the consistency of peanut butter only darker or comes in the shape of McDonalds golden arches they are all about it. Perhaps too much so. Michelle decided to put the clamps on this the other day and brought out the elixir of parenting discipline - Tabasco sauce. Say a bad word, get a bad drop. Not my problem.

As you might guess the boys don't like it.

So I come home from work and Michelle is exhausted and the bottle is half empty. Calvin Mackay and I start talking and of course the subject comes up. "I don't like hot sauce. Hot sauce is naughty. I will throw hot sauce in the garbage." Then the little dude takes off.

Some people would think he was thinking out loud and really not going to toss the hot sauce, because I mean really, who throws away condiments? That would be ridiculous. I heard him in the kitchen opening the fridge. Then I heard the pantry door cracked. Then the kerplunk of a glass bottle softly landing in nasty used paper towels and empty cans of tomato paste in a halfway full trash can.

Kid's got nerve and follow through. Can't fault him for either one.