When I was little, my dad had gotten us these little plastic chairs. My sister had a yellow one and I had a smaller red one. When we would fight, as punishment he would make us sit in those chairs facing each other for however long it would take to calm down I guess. Maybe there was more to it. I'd need to ask him 🤔
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Yea. I guess two more years and I'll duct tape them together for a few hours. Just in hope they will get exhausted and give up😆 Or rather to have a common enemy - the system overlords.😆 That mindset can't hurt in a longrun😆