It's 25.

Owen had his first major timeout at preschool today. Apparently, he was hopped up on something and had extra energy to burn. In class, he wasn't being as quiet as he should have been, was being bossy, and a bit of a know-it-all. After a few warnings, which he ignored, he got sent to the hall for a timeout. No problem there, right? Mrs. Williams went back to working with the kids in the room counting and was asking them what number came next. When they got to 24, no one was replying so she asked again, "What number comes after 24?" At this point, Mr. Owen Know-it-all chimes in from the hall, "The next number is 25, Mrs. Williams. Don't you people know anything?" I guess she struggled not to laugh and had to remind him that when students are in a timeout, they don't get to participate in class activities. This crushed him and she said he sobbed buckets of tears. I asked him why he was so upset and he said because he thought that meant he'd never get to go to school again. I hope he continues to understand that getting in trouble is not a good thing.