my new friend - the CHAIR

smack! slap! grab! These are just a few reasons I've been introduced to my new friend, Mr. Time-Out Chair. Alohoa Chick came over to share dinner with me and Mums tonight and for some reason, my hands do things before I even know what they're doing. I don't mean it. REALLY!!!

Well, maybe I mean to take the toys she's holding away, and maybe I mean to push her off my car when she's sitting on it, and maybe, just MAYBE I mean to push her behind me so I can climb on the slide first....but I don't mean those things to be meanster. For some reason, when she's holding a toy, that toy seems to be the best toy in the whole wide world. And I don't even want to play with it when I get!

So Mums sees me to all these things I don't really mean, and swoop, to Mr. Time-Out Chair I go. I'm not a bad boy. Mums says I'm always a good boy and never a bad boy. I just have bad hands sometimes.

When I'm sitting on Mr. Time-Out Chair, I hope Mums knows I'm not thinking about my bad hands. I think...
...how long am I going to sit here?
...can I look out the window?
...what's this DVD on the shelf?
...itchy. Can you scratch my itch?
...I need to take that toy away from Aloha Chick.

Mums kisses my good hands and give me a big hug when she comes back to me. I tell her I'll be nice and tell her oh-tay okay just so I can come down. But in a few minutes, I'm back on Mr. Time-Out Chair.

I wonder how long I'll have to know Mr. Time-Out Chair.