Time out

Elliott just came up to me and pointed to a toy school bus in the corner.

"He's in time out. He pushed my motorbike. He's in time out."

I asked him if he was going to go tell him why he was in time out.

"He have no eyes. He have no face. He's not a big boy!" Well, obviously. My mistake. And after a minute, he got the bus out of the corner to ride again.

He just returned the bus to time out though, because "He not listening again. He's sad."