I came home from work last night to discover that M was telling C that he needed to stay upstairs. When I asked what was going on, M told me that C hadn't been staying seated on the bus in the afternoon.
Um, okay. Where's the problem? Right here.
When M told C that he needed to spend some time upstairs, C's response was quite abnormal and VERY unacceptable.
It involved the word that starts with the sixth letter of the alphabet and rhymes with "luck".
I told C that if I EVER catch him saying anything like that again, he was gonna wind up with a blistered butt. That I didn't care who says it and gets away with it, he was NOT to be even thinking things like that. And if I heard that he did, he was going to be able to experience what Lever 2000 soap tastes like.