Mr. B woke up particularly cranky yesterday. It was a day full of orders and gripes. At one point I suggested that a little time to himself (also know as 'time out') might be a good idea. He kicked and screamed the whole way downstairs, but soon quieted. About 15 minutes later I heard him knocking on the door yelling, 'Mommy!! Let. Me. OUT!' He came out looking like this:
How in the world can you be mad after that?