My wife put my three year-old son, Charlie, into timeout after he hit his sister. Ten minutes later, she returned. “Do you know why I put you in timeout?” she asked.
“No,” Charlie replied, defiantly.
“Fine, then you’ll stay in timeout until you can remember.”
My wife turned and took one step before Charlie shouted, “Okay! I slugged Clara!”
Folded like a cheap suit.
