For my nephew, it’s being grounded in his room. (You know you’re a grownup when solitary confinement sounds like a reward, not a punishment.) I believe he earned this for having a meltdown Saturday night, as his mom wanted him to try on some clothes.
I’d promised him I’d help him make churros yesterday, but that was no longer on the schedule after he wigged, and yummy goodness was postponed. Hopefully he’ll have earned some prison yard time by next week.
