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Time Out

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I had to put Elizabeth in time out,” my five-year-old replied.

“What?! That’s not your job!”

“She was being naughty,” he shrugged.

“It’s my job to put her in time out,” I said sternly.

“You told me not to tattle anymore and she was being bad. I took care of it.”

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