I’ve been lucky lately, surrounded by children. Consequently, the haunting phrase “Time Out” bounces off walls where I live and in various homes I visit. For years I’ve wondered where it came from.
Sure, being a snot-nosed kid I remember “Go to your room!” but that was a bit like being thrown into the briar patch. I liked my room. (Maybe not as much as Brian Wilson, but it was hardly a dungeon or torture chamber.)
“Time Outs” became ubiquitous at some point — but not until I was an adult. This obit finally answers my question:
