In the daycare my son attends, they have what’s called a “naughty chair”. It’s the place all the naughty kids go to sit and take a time out. I’ve seen my son sit on this chair a few times when i pick him up, and i’m not ashamed to say that i’m kinda proud of him. It takes a lot of guts to challenge authority and do what he wants, despite the consequences. Of course, i disapprove of the stolen pencils, the pulled pony tails of other kids and refusal to finish his veggies; but that’s besides the point, it’s the principal that matters.
To sit alone, aside, against the wall, both literal and metaphorical.