On Christmas Day, my DH put himself in time-out twice.
The first time, he dropped a glass plate and it shattered. He marched over to our time-out corner and sat down. I asked him if he intended to sit there for 37 minutes.
The second time, he was playing with a trivet after finishing Christmas dinner, and accidentally popped one of the tiny legs off, sending it bouncing off the dinner table, over my FIL’s head, and onto our very dark Oriental rug, making it impossible to find.
No doubt my young son will locate it today and eat it.
DH says that he wants to show the kids that he is being fair about doling out time-outs. I would have tried to explain to him why I think this is silly, but I was too busy laughing at the idea.
And after his second time-out, I found him in the corner, explained why he was in time-out, instructed him never to play with the trivet again, told him I loved him, and gave him a hug.