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When we head out I am happy.  Hanging out with the team should have made mom happy.  Maybe I will get a break.  Apparently not.  I just don’t understand.  We won.  How can she be mad about a game that we won?  It was against last year’s champs; shouldn’t that say something?  And why is it MY fault?  I’m just one player.  I can’t be everywhere all at once.  “Mom, why are you freaking out?  We won this game.  Yea it was only by a little bit, but we still won.  I’ll work harder in practice to improve my game; maybe score more points.”  “Are you talking back to me kid?  You know what I told you last time; wait until we get home.  And it is YES not yea.”  I think I should just become a mute.  If I never talk again, then I won’t ever say the wrong thing.  But if I don’t talk at all I might get punished more than I do now…  I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.  We get home and head inside through the garage, dumping the ball bag before going in.

I go to take off my jersey to put it in the laundry room just inside of the garage, but mom grabs my hand and yanks me around the corner towards my room.  We get in the bathroom and mom pulls out the refill bottle of liquid soap.  “We are going to wash your mouth out.  Maybe then you won’t ever talk back to me again and will keep your mouth shut.”  She pulls my hair so my head falls back and puts the opening of the container in my mouth.  She squeezes and squeezes; filling my mouth with the liquid.  “Swish that in your mouth and hold it there for two minutes.  When you are done you can spit it out, but you are not allowed to rinse out your mouth or get a drink of water.”  She sets her phone on the counter and it has the timer going on it.  I swish a little and then count down the seconds.  The numbers keep getting smaller and smaller and finally the alarm goes off; sounding like a rooster.  Huh, wonder why she chose that one, but thank you, thank you I get to spit this out.  I almost want to cheat so I can get the taste of the soap out of my mouth, but I don’t even want to think of what the punishment for that would be.  I grab mom’s phone and go to the kitchen.