#336
Trouble in paradise…….
Rockstar: That’s it. I am putting myself on a timeout.
Me: ?? Timeouts are a punishment (which btw we’ve never used). What did you do?
Rockstar: Nothing. I just don’t want to have to talk to her anymore.
Miss: <contemplatively> 10 fingers. Hello, Fingers. <wiggles fingers> Sorry, Fingers. <stuffs fingers in mouth>
Rockstar: (Picks up stool and sits facing wall not unhappily)…..<announces> I am now on Timeout.
Me: What – you can’t give yourself a timeout. WHERE does it say you can give yourself a timeout? You didn’t do anything.
Rockstar proceeds to not speak while staring at the wall. He still doesn’t look unhappy, but he doesn’t speak except to briefly remind me he is on Timeout. Otherwise…. nothing. He’s staring at the wall and in his own thoughts.
Me: (To Miss) See what you did? Your ko-ko is on voluntary solitary confinement to get some peace. (To Rockstar) And you. Stoppit. You didn’t do anything. Why don’t you just go hide in your loft. The Timeout is supposed to be a punishment. You don’t get a Timeout unless you – no. Wait. No, no, don’t do anything wrong so you get one.
(Rockstar snorts and smiles faintly).
Me: (To Miss, as I eye a bunch of toy rabbits on the floor. Again.) If anyone should be on timeout it should be you. Miss Shrieky who is throwing things off the bed again. (Miss blinks at me blandly). So ok technically the one who is behaving should get to choose what they want and – and it appears what Ko-ko wants is…. a…. timeout. (Rockstar nods faintly. Dis Timeout Mine.)
Me: You people are sick.
Uh…… There was a typhoon going on.
Public Service Message: Finger painting can be an extreme sport.
In fact, even being a spectator carries some risk. (Um no, she’s not happy. She’s another serious one.)
