March 1, 2013
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When Theo’s the Big Brother . . .
I swear, I am not making this up.
This morning, Amos climbed up on the table again.
(I’m sure that part isn’t all that hard to believe.)
I got him down, and I scowled at him, and I said, only half joking, “Go to time out!”
He looked at me, looked toward the stairs, looked at me, and (I swear, I am not making this up) went to the bottom step and sat down.
He stayed relatively seated (still not making this up) for a full minute. I called him over to me, and he came.
I asked him, only half joking, “Amos, why did I give you a time out?”
He put on an I’m Sorry face, looked sadly at the ground, and babbled something.
I said, “Okay, don’t climb on the table again.”
Amos, my one-year-old son, nodded at me and went off to play.
I swear, I am not making this up.
But I haven’t gotten to the funny part yet.
Theo watched all of this with intense interest. When the whole of it had transpired, he turned to me, looked rather seriously in my eyes, and said, “Gosh. He does that better than I do.”
You said it, kid. Not me.
Comments (3)
This made me smile!
my parenting goal has become not to eliminate the need for time outs, but simply for my three year old to hear “go to time out” and, in fact, go to time out. Sigh.
Too darn cute