Flying W Things

Being able to keep a straight face.

Last night Cameron found himself in a bit of a spot. He was due for some consequences, and Katy gave him a choice: He could either forego reading books at bedtime or sit with a bar of soap in his mouth for a minute, a la Ralphie in A Christmas Story.

Much to our surprise, he picked the soap. It was quite the picture.

I somehow managed to move slowly out of sight before jamming my fist in my mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

Yes, those are tooth marks in the bar of soap.