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monday was a little bit of a trying evening at our house. john was in a defiant mood, there was an impending thunderstorm so buddy was a mess, and we were trying to just sit down and just have a low-key dinner as a family. but between buddy jumping on the couch (and peeing on the couch) and john refusing to sit at the table, there wasn't much low-key about it at all.
finally, my husband told john that if he didn't listen, he was going to get a spanking. to which john replied, "no, i go in time out. i bad. i go time out."
and he went and sat in a corner.
worth noting - we've never put john in time out before. my husband and i just looked at each other and whispered, "how long do we leave him there? what do we do?"
and after about a minute or two, we told him he could come out and he cheerfully ran over and sat at the table and all was well.
so the next morning, when i dropped john at school, i told john's teacher the story, and said, "i guess y'all must do time out here since that's where he learned it - so how do you do it? we'll try to do the same thing at home when we do time out so it's consistent."
and the teacher busted out laughing. "john? he's NEVER been in time out here! sometimes we have to correct him or tell him not to do something, but he's so good he's never had to do time out."
::insert beaming motherly pride here::
she did explain that they do one minute per year of age, which is what i figured, and it's not rocket science so we'll figure it out. but i am more dumbfounded by the fact that john has never been put in time out so he put himself there.
and then he decided it was funny face time (thanks, yo gabba gabba):
so after we cleaned up the dog pee and the thunderstorm passed, we had an enjoyable evening after all.
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