This is going to be a bit longer then most. The idea is from a friend of mine who will remain nameless.
Okay so if you’re a little that gets into trouble a lot ( looks at @crashageplay ), then this one might be for you.
If you often get threatened with getting your mouth washed out with soap, or more then threatened, then here is an idea.
Replace all the soap in the house with white chocolate!
Here is how – go get soap molds, white chocolate, and food coloring. Melt the white chocolate, add food coloring if needed, pour into mold and let set. Now take the finished result and replace soap. Done! No more nasty taste!
Urgent! Do not let big’s/cg’s see this!
I’m staying fairly well behaved, and normally wouldn’t take this kinda advice, buuuuut mouth-soaping is one of the worst punishments. This might actually work too, since most people use the pump hand-soap to wash their hands.
Sadie:
Ha, you’d like to think so…most of us are moving on to using the pump soap on toothbrushes and making the individual in question brush their teeth with it.
¯_(ツ)_/¯
For a request made by a certain Birthday Girl! @silly-little-daisy Happy Birthday!
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“No peeking!”
Sherlock giggled; “ ‘m no’d pee’ging!”
“I saw you peeking!” Mycroft scolded playfully. He readjusted his hands over his little brother’s eyes as he stood behind him. “Now walk forward, slowly.”
Sherlock reached up and covered Mycroft’s hands with his own. “Bu’d I cannah see, My’coff!”
“That’s the point.” Mycroft nudged the tiny detective forward, directing him towards the door that led to the backyard. “This way.”
“Where goin’?!?”
“You’ll see.”
“Bu’d I don’ see!!!!”
“I meant that you’ll see when we get there–wait, wait, pick up your feet before you trip, there, step over that…no, I’ve got you, it’s alright. Annnnd–” Mycroft waited until Sherlock made it over the raised threshold (all while making sure he didn’t trip) to lower his hands; “–Surprise!”
Sherlock blinked at the sudden flood of sunshine in his face, waiting for his eyes to adjust…and when they did, and he finally saw what the big surprise actually was, he gasped out loud:
A concept: Bucky goes into a funk where he’s not… dangerous, but nothing really makes him happy. Everyone agrees that this is preferable to when he’s dangerous but it’s still sad because he’s not happy.
Bucky is sitting in the living room, being sad, when Tony crouches in front of him and reaches out to poke his nose. “Boop!” Bucky is so startled he doesn’t even know what to do, and Tony gets up without requiring a response.
It isn’t until twenty minutes later when Natasha comes in and, face betraying nothing but eyes twinkling with humor, says, “What the fuck is on your nose.” Bucky reaches up, feels something, pulls it off. It’s a sticker. It’s shaped like a heart.
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