I wonder if that lesson really sunk in?

We don't say "butt" in our house.

We say, "bottom".

But this post shall be filled with "butts", so strap in.

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Ethan got in trouble the other day.

Colin: "Mom! Ethan said (voice turning to a whisper) 'butt'."

Me: "Shane! Ethan said 'butt'."

Shane: "Come on, Ethan, let's go to the bathroom."

Ethan: instant tears, 'cause he knew exactly what that meant. I'm not gonna spell it out for you, but it's how we deal with direct disobedience in this household.

Several minutes later, Shane emerged from the bathroom with Ethan. Shane was smirking.

Ethan was not smirking. *giggle*

Shane then comes to me, starts laughing a bit, and says,

"I had the hardest time just now. I'm explaining to Ethan why he is in trouble--how we don't say 'butt'; and how he knows that he is not supposed to say 'butt'. We don't say 'butt', we say 'bottom', and all of that. We get all done, and he's crying, and I'm hugging him. Then, he turns to me and says,

"I'm not happy with you, Daddy."

Shane: "So, I said, You're not happy with me buddy? Why not?"

"And," Shane says to me, "he replies to me, 'Because you made my butt hurt."