Jail

These days when my kids are in jail, (time-out on the stairs) life's not so bad when you have a two foot visitor who squeals with glee every time he comes around the corner to see you. He doesn't know how to tell time so he thinks visiting hours are whenever he likes. He knows there's something special when a sibling sits on those hard wooden stairs. They don't go play with their friends. They don't go do big people things. They just sit there and give him tons of attention. Bring on the the time-outs says Benjamin James! He can't figure out why they don't get up...but they just don't get up. Sometimes he'll even run illegal errands for the fugitives like getting something from the kitchen or their rooms. Such a young age to start a life of crime.

A Little Lesson:
When I was a little girl my grandma used to tell me when her kids (my dad) were naughty while driving in the car she used to say "if you kids don't stop it we'll drop you off and leave you with the Indians!!!" I remember thinking how terrible it would be to actually be left on the side of the road on the Indian reserves! I have a feeling my kids, the "time-out" generation, are not going to be spending too much time telling their kids how scary their punishments were. Such a soft society we've come to live in.