She spat on the couch, then ran away when I sent her to her timeout chair. This means I sit in the chair with her on my lap until she decides to take her timeout. It can be a long, wild ride.
Today, in mid-tantrum, she yelled, "No! Bad momma! This is MY time-out chair, and you CAN'T sit in it!"
I wish!
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