The OTHER thing I say numerous times a day is, "Don't throw toys over the gate!" Cole and Eli are the primary offenders. It's so annoying!
What do those two bits of information have in common? Stay with me here...
Yesterday, I was folding laundry (does anyone else notice that things tend to go wrong when I'm folding laundry?) and Zoe came upstairs crying. Apparently, she was hit on the chin by a flying Kung Fu Panda. Struggling to contain the chuckles, I eventually got the full story: Zoe told Cole not to throw Panda over the gate, at which point he cocked back the toy and let it fly...and it hit Zoe square in the chin.
I soothed the
Success. Suuuuuuuuuuure...he got up once, but that's while I was going to get my camera. I sat him on the same step that Zoe and Ty sit on. For two minutes (afterall, he's almost 2 years old...one minute per year, right?) He immediately sat down, tapped his fingers on his knee, and avoided eye contact. I stood a few feet away to make sure he wouldn't get up. I had to turn my back so he wouldn't see me snicker.
I will definitely be using timeout again!