|If we keep trying timeouts, they'll eventually succeed, right?|
Yes, it turns out I might have been a bit hasty in deeming the timeout strategy a victory for us.
First, we've changed locations. Instead of the family room, he now he sits in a corner in his own little chair. Too bad too, because we had this cute little dining set for him complete with pint-sized table and chairs. Now it’s become the “timeout set.”
|Like McQueen, the boy has a taste for solitude.|
We know we can't abandon timeouts yet — something about that would feel like a defeat and, let's face it, this entire ordeal is as much about fueling my empty pride as it doing the right thing for the boy's development.
But thinking about that insanity definition, when does one realize that the tires are spinning in place and it's time for a change in strategy? I'd rather not wait for the boy to develop a healthy jab-cross-hook-uppercut combo to find out.
For now, we wait and wait and wait — all to determine if we're going to have to take a timeout from timeouts.