I had a wee chat with Son #2 yesterday about his behaviour at school, which has gone into severe decline over the past two weeks according to his teacher.
I shut the bedroom door and put on my Good Mother face.
Explained that he ought to behave respectfully and considerately because he knows within himself that it is the right thing to do, and not because he is in fear of punishment. I further explained that if his conduct does not improve, there will indeed be loss of privileges.
There were tears and apologies and promises.
That went well. I said to Mr Soup later, a little smugly, in my Reasonable and Understanding Parent tone.
Some hours later I returned to the house from a brief expedition to find Son #2 in his bedroom, door shut.
I looked questioningly at Mr Soup.
I found him on your computer, typing a list of every swear word he could think of.