December 12, 2012: the jar of shame

So, like many parents our age, we grew up with coarser language being more common than our parents.  Plus, we're just jerks.  So we swear more than we should.  At one point we got the great idea to make a swear jar.  Any time someone swears, we need to put a quarter in the jar.
Well, not long after that, I noticed that my least favorite 4 letter word out of my kid's mouth is "can't".  I can't clean my room, it's too hard.  I can't blow a bubble with my gum.  I can't tie my shoes.   Mind you, these are all things that she can indeed do.  She just didn't want to or she found them to be a challenge.

So the swear jar became the Jar of Shame.  We set it up on the shelf, but it had no label.  Ella offered to make a label for us, because, well she's awesome:

yes, you're required to sing the Da Da Da part when you read that