K, you keep putting yourself in timeouts.

I saw you do it for the first time a few weeks ago.

You were doing something, and mom told you to stop.

In your sweet little voice you said:

“Timeout?”

We said “No. No timeout.”

But that you needed to stop what you were doing.

Satisfied, you said:

“Timeout.”

With that, you walked over to the wall, left of our bedroom door, and stood.

You put your back against the wall and looked down at the floor.

In a few seconds, you looked up and smiled as soon as we made eye contact.

Silly girl.

I love you.

-Dad