Make it taste like soap please, mom.

Some days I am just at my wit's end with Kelsi and her sassy mouth. The other day after numerous stair-sittings, spankings (her choice of punishment), and threatenings I finally told her to open her mouth, I was going to put soap on her tongue if she didn't knock it off.

Of course, she didn't. So I marched her over to the kitchen sink (with Brody in tow-he wasn't going to miss this!) and told her to stick out her tongue. Then I took a tiny bit of Melaleuca handsoap (hey, it's natural-right?) and stuck it on the tip of her tongue. I gave her my most authoritative glare, waiting for her to start sputtering out her declarations of sorrow.

Instead, she cocks her head to the side and says, "Mmm, this tastes good!" Then Brody wanted some and he declared it was good. I was so disappointed. That was my ace-in-the-hole. Now what?

*FLASH FORWARD*

To today at dinner. We are eating at the bar when out of nowhere Brody pipes up and says, "Mom, remember when we ate that soap? That was good." Then Kelsi says, "Ya, can you put some on my food?" Dumbfounded, I turned to Bryce and said, "These kids won't eat pork and mashed potatoes, but they think soap tastes good. Maybe I should start making the dinner taste like soap." "Yeah," Kelsi says, "Then I would eat it, because I just really liked that soap taste."