Auto kissed Tommy's head, giving J.R. a disappointed look.
“That's it, off the chair. You're grounded.”
He scooped J.R. up setting him on the carpet.
J.R. protested, of course, this was all Tommy's fault.
“Aahhh!”
“Don't you back talk me, young man. You're grounded! No chairs for a week!"
“That's... that's not what grounded means,” Frankie shook her head.
Auto gave her look over his shoulder. “Really? I've never been grounded. I thought it just meant you had to sit on the ground, but now that I say out loud, it-it doesn't...sound right."
Frankie chuckled. “Poor baby, getting grounded by Daddy,” She picked up J.R. kissing his head.
“Frankie, I grounded him for a reason,” He argued.
“Honestly, Jason. He sits on the ground all the time.”
“Yes,” Jason protested, “But it's different
