Theodore, do you want to go upstairs or to your bedroom?
*Points indiscriminately in the middle.*
Theodore, where does it hurt?
*Points to his wrist.* Which is definitely NOT where it hurts.
Theodore, is that what you want to watch? *Yes* Or is this what you want to watch? *Yes*
Theodore, you DO NOT pull things off of the counter. Go sit on the steps for time-out.
*Opens up hallway door, picks a step, and sits.*
I think he's messing with me.