We have a rule in our house. We don't hit. We have another rule, which is when we break a rule, we go to time out. Hilton is very aware of this rule.
While we were getting ready for bed, I was wrestling with the boys. I mean wrestling. I never really wrestled with the girls, but we were doing forearm bashes and (controlled) body slams. Hilton decided to apply the latest move on his brother, who took it like a champ.
It was then I realized the mistake I had made. I had to 'fes up and tell Hilton, "We don't hit." He had a look of confusion on his face, because I had just "hit" the both of them and we were having a blast.
I asked him what happens when we hit, and he said, as he pointed to the corner, " 'meout" (which is how he says "timeout").
We all had a good laugh as Hilton put dad in " 'meout." The worst part is that he can't count, so he would say "one, two, eight, nine, one, two, eight, nine". That went on for a while, but it made for a hilarious picture.