|Just imagine what he's like at restaurants. It's good times...|
He wasn't too happy to be constrained there, either. As he wiggled, whined, and fussed, Abby looked over at all of the commotion and began to count, "One, two, free.." she paused, then finished, with some authority and a touch of sass, "I guess you're gonna get a Time Out!"
I'm now one, two, three days past 39 weeks. I think I'll take that Time Out, thanks.