Sometimes I get in trouble. Like the time I wrote “I Love You Mom” on the refrigerator with my school markers. Or the time I threw my sparkler on the roof of our house and nearly caught it on fire. And of course there was the time I hid all the car keys one morning and then couldn’t remember where Dad’s were and made him late for work – boy, was he mad!
And my punishment for doing things is always the same. I get “The Chair” – the Time Out Chair. The one over there, against the wall in the family room. Oh, how I hate that seat! Even now as I look over at it, I can tell it is teasing me, saying “You know you’re going to be sitting here today because you are a TROUBLEMAKER!!”
I don’t try to get in trouble, really. I’m just a little boy doing little boy things. And that chair is part of the problem – it is! When I sit there, it’s like it’s whispering naughty ideas to me, things I wouldn’t have thought of myself. Like, when the chair said I didn’t have to stay sitting on it until the timer went off this time, that I was getting time off for good behavior, and that I could go outside early and ride my bike. I tried to explain it to Mom but she didn’t believe me! Or like last week, when it told me I should climb the bookshelf and grab the stuffed squirrel sitting on top shelf and play animal farm with it (boy, was that a lot of fun!). Mom said I could have fallen and cracked my head open and so boom, my time in the Time Out chair got longer.
But I have a plan! What – no, I’m not going to set the chair on fire – that would REALLY get me into trouble! No, my plan is that the next time Mom says I have to sit in it, I am going to sneeze like crazy, so much that Mom will have to think I am allergic to it! She might believe it too, because after all, I am allergic to maple trees and maybe it’s made out of maple?
I will let you know how it goes! And if that plan doesn’t work, I may have to go back to your idea because that chair has to go!
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