Time outs happen pretty daily in our home. I'm not sure how effective they are these days, but Parker knows how they work. His furry friends get them too. From what, you ask. I have no idea, but he always has a reason. Ha-ha.
He sits them down, tells them to stay there until he comes to get them, and then he walks away. He usually comes back, kneels down, asks them, "What did you do wrong?", tells them not to do it anymore, and ends with a hug, smooch and an "I love you." I don't like putting Parker in time out. It's not fun, but I find it hilarious when he puts his stuffed animals there.
If you look a little closer you'll find the spoon in the back of his big boy underwear. So funny.
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