Time-out

Looking at my boy I see the wily reflection of myself at times. As he wants to hug, whine, and run everywhere I think of when I had that kind of energy. One evening I see momma crawl over on the rug for something. I attach myself to her back for a ride (I didn't feel like walking to the couch). Anyway Luke runs over after seeing this and pulls me off her back. "You get off momma's back." So I did, but it didn't end there. He looks me in the face and demands, "Now go get in time out." So I did. As I walk by him he swats me on the butt. I had to remain in time out until he came over and told me "You can go now." Lovely...