08 July, 2012
Anyway, on this one particular day, I'd had it with his antics and I told him that he was just about do go to the corner. Still defiant, he told me he was NOT going to the corner, and I said, "That's it, 3 minutes in the corner!" He began to scream and cry, "NO! Not the corner daddy! I don't want the corner! No!!!" It was hard not to laugh then, and now, almost 19 years later, I'm still chuckling as I write this thinking, "how crazy is this?" You'd have thought we were killing him or beating on him the way he reacted to the corner! Looking back, I still question, was it the shame of the corner? Was it the isolation? (Even though I was often right there with him.) What ever it was... that kid sure hated the corner.