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When we came home from Hawaii, Scout picked up a few new habits.  I am certainly not pointing any fingers at any cousins, because quite honestly, I am sure he gave other cousins some new habits of their own.  He probably sent a few of them home with a new found ability to crack jokes constantly (not the funny type — the type where you ask him if he already went to the potty and he says “no” when he really did), or tease relentlessly.  Well, he came home with a really annoying one.  (And I have no clue if it even came from a cousin.)  But his habit was a word that he thought was pure bliss coming off his lips.  Unfortunately, that word would be “wiener”.  He would use it in sentences, he would call his sister a “wiener”, he would say it a million times a day! Which meant that I was correcting him that same million times.  About four days in, I had really had it, so I brought out the big punishments — and one mention of them got him to stop cold in his tracks.
THANK GOODNESS!
Fast forward a week.  Scout, Icka and I were driving somewhere in a car.  Scout asked me in seriousness, “Mom, I know I can’t say it, but can I say ‘wiener dog‘”?  Like I can really tell him that he can never say “wiener dog”…so I responded with, “Scout, if you are really talking about a dog, then you can say that.”  We kept driving, and within minutes, Icka had done something to bug Scout.  I immediately heard, “Icka….you’re a wiener dog!”  When I gasped, he calmly told me that “Mom, I was really calling her the dog!”
Back to threatening with the big punishments.