The Naughty Chair
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Whenever my son neglects to do as I say I go back to our favorite standby, the time out chair. The other day after placing his bottom firmly on the chair I began to fantasize what it might be like to have my very own time out chair.
How amazing might this be? Now I am no Charles Manson but I have had my fair share of blunders. Instead of thinking how I might have done things differently years later I would have already did “my time” and all of that miserable stuff would be bought and paid for. No regret or remorse, just moving on with life and making my way the best way I know how.Bookmark/Search this post with:
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Every now and then when I’m frustrated I would love to stomp my feet and throw a tantrum, call someone a poopy-face and storm out of the room. It just doesn’t have the same impact if you try that as an adult.
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