I was playing with my nanny-kids on the floor when I started shaking my foot like most people who can’t sit still do. Unaware of what I was doing, I gently tapped G’s leg with my foot in the process.
He looked at me, very confused, with one eyebrow raised. “That is not nice. You need a time-out.”
“I’m sorry,” I told him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you okay?”
He just kept telling me that it was “not nice” and I needed to go to time-out.