The Beginning of Time Out

I sent Adam to his first, full, 2-minute time out. I'll spare you the details of his offence. Suffice it to say that it was shocking and messy. And he did it twice. And at the root of it? Curiosity. Which isn't a bad thing, of course, but it did kill the cat. In Adam's case he sat. Two minutes in the laundry room. And that was that.