TheMonk watches his sister play with HIS toys. He knows he’s supposed to share his toys but he also knows that there are some toys like Donald The Train (but, oddly enough, not Donald’s twin brother Douglas) and the “McQueen Car” that are, without question, his.

And Swee’Pea is playing with them.

TheMonk does not like this. In months past, however, he might have let it pass. Or started to cry until Daddy or Mommy figured it out. But now… NOW!… he has his new-found voice. It might have taken a while to get used to this talking thing but while quiet, he wasn’t just sitting idly by.

No, he was taking notes.

He boldly approaches his sister and announces to her in a slightly louder than usual voice, “MY toy.”

Swee’Pea, looking up from Donald the Train that she is playing with, says, “NO! MY TOY!” And with that, she pushes her brother away.

Stumbling back, TheMonk catches his balance and takes a moment to assess the situation. He takes a step forward towards his sister, stops and announces to her in a very stern, very assertive way, “No pushing me. No pushing me. Time out!” He finishes this last phrase with a hand flourish reminiscent of the way an umpire might eject a player for arguing balls and strikes.

With that he turns and looks at his Daddy for confirmation of his understanding of the rules. Daddy, rising from his seat, agrees with TheMonk. “That’s right, Monk. Swee’Pea gets a Time Out for pushing.”

Daddy scoops up a very surprised Swee’Pea who begins to protest this turn of events obviously realizing that her days of dominating this relationship have come to a sudden and decisive end.