Further Adventures in Bad Parenting – Last night Amy was sitting at the table finishing her dinner while I sat on the couch folding clothes when I heard her say (again) “bleep-bleep“. I asked her if she had said the bad words and she held up a small action figure from a Happy Meal. “No, I didn’t say it. He said bleep-bleep.” I sighed, walked to the table and picked up the toy. I scolded the toy and put him in time out, facing the wall. Amy puckered up her face and frowned at me. A few minutes later I picked up the doll, warned him about using bad words and handed him back to Amy. Amy grinned. I returned to the laundry, convinced that I have truly lost my mind.