So, one of my lovely boy children decided to not brush his teeth this weekend. At all. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
I figured it out because he spent the night with a friend on Friday night and when I told him to brush his teeth on Sunday night before bed, he said that his tooth brush was in his bag.
From Friday night. :-|
So I *thought* that he went and got it and brushed his teeth. I guess that's what I get for thinking because on Monday morning, I went to check and see if their tooth brushes were wet and his was missing.
I asked him where it was and he said he couldn't find it so he brushed his teeth with his finger. His dirty finger that he didn't even wash before he did it. :-|
So I went and found his toothbrush (which was right where I told him it would be by the way) and gave it to him to go back upstairs and brush his teeth. I guess I should have escorted him back up there and watched him do it because I found his toothbrush, still in it's plastic bag, on the stairs when I was cleaning up during the day. :-|
Yuck. Yuck. Double Yuck!
As you can imagine, I was mad. Really mad. But I had about an hour to figure out a justified punishment. I thought about taking his sweets away from him for a week (that would show him!).
But ultimately I decided to make him brush his teeth for two minutes for every brushing he missed. After he lied again when he got home and said that he did brush his teeth (your finger brushing doesn't count, son!), I showed him the bag and told him that he had to brush for 12 minutes in the kitchen where I could watch him do it.
I made him go and get the toothpaste (the equivalent of picking your own switch) and for the next 12 minutes, he had to brush his teeth.
And listen to me lecture him about why he should brush.
That was probably the worst part for him. At least I hope it was. If it wasn't, it wasn't because I didn't try.
And then I made him tell Ken when he got home. And then we lectured him again.
It reminds me of a PSA that use to play when I was little. Mr. Yuck Mouth. You know the song. And now you have an ear worm and I'm sorry for that.
Hopefully the perpetrator will brush his teeth from now on when he's suppose to.
Yuck. Yuck and Double Yuck!
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4 comments:
OMG, I have to stay on one of mine all the time. His argument is that he doesn't see the point of brushing before he eats breakfast. He is hurrying out the door afterwards and forgets.
Isn't that a boy thing too??? He'll be sorry when Dr. Dentist gets in his mouth!!! Double YUK!!Tell him the girls won't want to kiss rotten teeth when he gets older!
You won't like this one either...I just took my 11 year old for his orthodontic consultation. They would've done impressions for braces that day, but HIS TEETH AND GUMS WERE TOO IRRITATED FROM NOT BEING CLEANED!!! Now we have to wait and go back for a "hygiene check" in two months. In the mean-time, he has to set a timer for 2 minutes every time he brushes, has to be sure he brushes twice a day, and has to rinse twice a day with Listerine! Boys are gross!
You win, Robin. Probably not really a contest that you wanted to win tho. I agree. Boys are gross!
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