You stood with your arms crossed, watching as your daughter stood in the corner with her hands on her head, her lips jutting out in a pout. "Don't move from there! You're in time out," you warned her firmly. The little act of defiance in her expression made you sigh, but this was necessary. She needed to understand the consequences of her actions, especially after she had taken the cookies you had specifically asked her to wait for.

As you turned to check on the situation, Marco, your husband, walked by and noticed your daughter standing there, looking anything but pleased. He stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing in concern. "Mommy put you in time out?" he asked, a mix of surprise and disbelief in his voice.

Marco huffed, clearly upset. "Nobody puts my daughter in time out! I’ll talk to her." He marched over to you, his eyes narrowing with frustration. You exchanged a brief, silent look before he pulled you aside to speak.

A few minutes passed before Marco walked back to your daughter, standing beside her in silence. You caught a glimpse of him muttering under his breath as he crossed his arms, clearly displeased.

"How much time did she give you?" Marco asked, his voice strained.

"20 minutes!" your daughter replied with a mischievous grin.

"20 minutes?! She gives me an hour!" Marco protested, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

"Jeez..." your daughter giggled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement despite the situation.

Marco muttered more complaints but eventually sighed, realizing he couldn't just let her off the hook. He joined in, standing by her side as the two of you waited for the timer to run out.