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Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Bad Girl Chair

I hung out at an airport, recently.
Arrived earlier than expected, had time to spare, so I did one of my favorite things to do ...
I people watched.

YaY.

Little kids are the best.
Their giggles are priceless. 
Their meltdowns, entertaining.
& child to child, sibling conversations ?
Infinitely amusing.

I was privy to witness one parent not so quietly interrupt a heated debate between a "big" brother and his pesty little sister.
"We are going home now and you will spend the rest of the day in time out ! "

Time out.

Ooooo the memories that came rushing back with those two little words.
 
Time. Out.

I called it the 'bad girl chair'.
AKA, the 'bad boy chair' for Son.

There is a five year age difference between 1st Born Boy and 2nd Born Girl
& a one and a half year difference between 2nd Born and 3rd Born Girl.
The feuding sisters were the last ones to occupy the hot seat
& this is why it will forever be dubbed "bad girl".
But if you happen to ask my daughters their version of this story ?
They are convinced 1st Born Boy was PERFECT
& are absolutely positive there was no such thing as a bad BOY chair in his growing up world.

Uh huh.

Oy.

Either way, WHOEVER would be plopped squarely into this spot when they were being unpleasant
& they were told they would remain ! RIGHT THERE ! until they were ready to be nice.

Some days, they were very ready
& some days ?
Oh, some days.

Nowadays, I'm reminded of the interesting conversations that were had on those infamous chairs, especially while I was out of the room.
The placing of blame as to why they were sitting there seemed to be a rather popular topic.
Eventually though, those sweet children of mine would work out their differences.
"We're ready to be NICE ! !" they would proudly sing as they handed over a kiss & happily skipped off to the Land of Compromise.

We laugh about it now.
The Bad Chairs.
Really ?
How politically incorrect.
But hey, they all turned out normal.

Sometimes I miss those days soooooo much and would take them back in an instant
& then I snap out of it and go about my quiet business.

ahhhhhh.

I think I'll people watch instead.

:)

I Am My Feelings


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