The funniest (and most frustrating) thing that's happened so far today:
I put David in a time out and told him he had to sit for two and a half minutes. He tried every imaginable tactic to get out of it, but I held fast. Finally he looks at me and says whines: "But I can't. I'm siiiiiiick!".
It's just a cold, buddy. Sorry. Until you vomit on yourself or poop your pants you aren't getting out of the naughty spot. ...Unless you did that on purpose to get out of the timeout in which case I'd still make you sit in it.
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