Charlie is really ending his "Terrible Twos" with a bang. He's thrown Barney DVDs at the TV, tossed chairs to the ground repeatedly and overall just been a loud, extra whine-y pill.
So, we've been reintroduced to the "time-out" -- much to Will's delight.
Yesterday, I was taking a nap and Will came in to inform me that "Charlie just threw three items. Do you want to come down and put him in time-out?"
When I was getting ready one morning, Charlie wanted my contact case and when I took it away, he expressed his discontent by slamming the drawer in my bathroom repeatedly.
"Stop or you'll have a timeout," I told him within Will's earshot.
Charlie made eye contact and slowly opened the drawer again and pushed it shut, a little more gently this time.
"That's IT!" Will piped up. "Put him in time-out already!"
Will's extremely helpful. I'm only hoping that Charlie's as much of a tattle tale when Will enters his teen years.
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