Jeffrey had his first official time out on Sunday.
Appropriately enough, during the Super Bowl. He was crawling underneath mine and Brian’s legs (we were stretched out on the couch with our feet on the coffee table). He was babbling on and on about being in a “choo choo tunnel” when suddenly he stands up and bites my leg.
Ow! It took all I could not to scream more explicit words! He just stood there with this smug little look on his face and stared at me.
I know, I know, he’s two. But for goodness sakes, did it have to be such a violent uprising?
I took him to the “naughty spot” ie. the bottom of the stairs, and held him down for two minutes. It took about a minute before he realized that it wasn’t a game and that I was mad.
Sometimes parenting is painful.