To your cell prisoner

I came home and the Hubs was in heavy parenting mode.

He decided in light of K's latest antics that for the 2nd time this summer K was going to lose all of his toys. And his books, and his TV. So K has a bed, a dresser and  desk with nothing on it in his room to which he is confined to for the duration of his grounding because if we don't he will hide in the kitchen and watch tv where he thinks we can't see or he will go in R's room and begin to destroy her belongings.

Then R tells us K was playing her DS while video games are taken away.

Hubs took K's blanket.  He is prison style with a pillow and sheet.

All he needs is an orange jumpsuit and he'll fit in at the local jail.