Thursday, February 13, 2014

The Time Out

Last night I came home from the gym to find my kids eating some fast food my husband had picked up for them after an outing to the park. 

I walked by on my way to the shower, grabbed a french fry off my son's plate, and popped it in my mouth.

Outrage i
mmediately ensued.

There was great wailing and gnashing of teeth by my son at the loss of this beloved fry. His older brother leapt into action:

"Mom!" he shouted at me as he jumped to his feet, "You DO NOT STEAL food!"

I attempted to explain that there were approximately 250 french fries left and, you know, I didn't really think it was that big of a deal. But my older son was having none of it.

"Mommy, no excuses!"

He crossed his arms sternly:

"You need to go to timeout!"

I looked to my husband. He just shrugged. He wasn't wading in. At a loss, I headed into the kids bedroom and sat down in the timeout chair. And I waited.

My kids went back to eating. Every few minutes my older son's voice would ring out down the hallway:

"I will be in to talk to you when I am finished eating this cheeseburger!"

So I stayed put in my chair. About seven minutes later my son appeared in the doorway with a stern look on his face. 

"Mommy?" he intoned, "Do you know why you are in timeout?"

I nodded solemnly,

"It's because I stole a french fry."

He sighed in disappointment,

"Yes. Yes you did. And that was wrong."

I told him that I was very sorry.

"It's OK, Mom." he replied, "I'm not mad at you. I just don't want you to do it again. [Pause for effect] Do you understand?"

I nodded and told him that I did.

His face broke out into a wide smile and he threw his arms open.

"OK, now give me a hug and a kiss!"

I hugged and kissed him and he helped me out of my chair. As I headed towards the shower he shouted after me, 


I turned back,

"Never again! Or you'll be RIGHT BACK HERE."

The student has become the master over at our house. How's your week going?