May 09, 2008
Noah was a tad ornery this morning (perfectly understandable considering days of rain and the head colds that struck each and every one of us down this week, also the fact that I wouldn't let him lick the flatscreen), so I banished him to two minutes on the Naughty Step. He sighed but obediently trudged off and once again I congratulated myself for getting my child-rearing techniques from quality reality television. That shit just works, people.
Two minutes later, when I went to fetch him, I found this:
Incidentally, it turned out Noah was off sitting in for Mr. Turtle at the SATs.