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The same air mattress has been inflated in our living room (den?) since Grandaddy left. We were all bouncing on it (Mommy, Mattdaddy, Gabe and Abby) when Gabe got a little overstimulated. He grabbed a block and threw it directly into Mattdaddy's head. After yelling in pain, I sent Gabe to the corner. As he stood sullenly in the corner, I remarked to Carmom "I sent him so I could count to ten and not kill him." Which promptly induced a quiet "one, two, three..." from the corner. Carmom and I hid our laughter until he got to 13, and let him out of the corner with a somewhat non-stern admonition not to throw blocks.