When I was little (about four), my parents made me sit in a small, olive green booster seat in the kitchen corner next to the refrigerator when I was bad. I didn't usually mind, except on those occasions when only my mother was home, and she had me sit in the corner to WAIT FOR MY FATHER TO COME HOME. JUST WAIT, she'd tell me, UNTIL YOUR PAPA
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