Time out

Cute Husband is in The Boy’s room right now. The Boy has been put into time out for throwing balls in the house (this is an oft-repeated offense), and I’m in the family room laughing.

It’s not because he’s in Time Out that I’m laughing. I can tell by the conversation that I’m overhearing that The Boy is refusing to stay on the bench (really, his toy chest), and Cute Husband is getting frustrated.

The best part? Cute Husband just said, “One!” which is usually The Boy’s cue to immediately pay attention. But tonight, The Boy responded, “Two!”

How can you not laugh at that?


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