time_out_chair raze i still think it's one of the dumbest things i've ever heard, but it was one of the rules in our house. you weren't allowed to sing at the dinner table. my sister broke the rule once. she was six. "no singing at the dinner table," our mother said. "you know the rule." she kept singing. she had a song in her head. she wanted to set it free. she wasn't showing off about it. she wasn't bothering anyone. she was just humming. it made her happy. that was the problem. that was the rule we didn't know about, hidden behind the one we didn't understand. we weren't supposed to be happy. she got a few more warnings, and then mom grabbed her and the chair she was sitting on and shoved them both into the hall. "you can sit out here until you learn to behave," she said. "you can go_to_bed_hungry for all i care." she sat back down at the table. i couldn't see my sister anymore. she was around the corner and twenty feet away. we ate. no one said anything. there was this small, strange sound coming from somewhere far away. i couldn't tell what it was. i got up to check on my sister. she was sitting on her chair at the end of the hall. she was smiling. she was singing. 211005 what's it to you? who go blather from