Daddy's Timeout

Yesterday afternoon I took Po to Costco. It was just the two of us, which is rare, but I try to make it happen every now and again. He loves the samples, of course, so he was thrilled to get some one-on-one time with me and treats.

We had about two things in our cart when I get a call from my husband:

"Honey, where are you?"

"Costco, as I said I would be. Why?"

"How long until you come home?"

"I just started. WHY?"

"Well," he says, in way too calm a voice, "I went outside for a second and I didn't know the door would lock behind me, so I'm outside and Campbell is inside."

"WHAT?!?!?" I ripped Po out of the cart and we ran to the car, blowing past the receipt checkers. Porter wanted to know what happened, why I was mad, and why we were leaving. I told him that Daddy made a bad choice that I was upset about because it put Campbell in danger. I promised we'd go straight back to Costco once we saved the day.

He pondered for a minute and asked, "If Daddy made a bad choice, will he get a timeout?"