When I was a little girl, my pepere Collin taught me to say the word "bulls--t", and My papa overheard me using while outside playing in the yard.  In order to teach me a lesson and to stop using my newly aquired word, papa sent me to my room for a time out.  I stormed off to my room in compliance and used the "bs" word stomping on each step and before slamming my door shut.  Once I was done with my tantrum, I opened my bedroom door, stood at the landing of the stairs, and my papa let me know that if I was going to behave, I could come down and play outside.  To make sure my papa understood how upset I was with having been given a time out, I asked him if "he was going to be a good boy?"...well said my papa "there goes one lesson out the window!"   We made up soon after and life was good again.  I'm gonna miss my papa so much!!