Another day, another round of timeouts. I told you yesterday about Emma crying while Aubrey sat in timeout totally unimpressed. This morning I walked in on a heated argument over a Barbie doll, just in time to see Aubrey shove Emma. She looked up and saw me and said, “Oops! I’m sorry Momma, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it!” I didn’t say a word, but simply pointed to the timeout corner.
She assumed the position and as I was setting the kitchen timer, Emma marched up to her sister, stepped on her foot and FLEXED in her face…a la Hulk Hogan. WHAT the?
I sighed and assigned Emma a different corner.