My first time out

Piper attempted to put me in a time out last night.  “Abba,” she said, “If you’re not back at the table by the time I count to three, you’re going to have a TIME OUT.  1! 2! 3!”

The effect was slightly reduced by the fact that she was already in a time out of her own. (Due partially to her own intransigence over something minor, and mostly due to my not having noticed her mood adroitly enough to avoid the issue.)

I made sure I was out of Piper’s sight and high-fived Kate in the dining room.  First child-administered timeout!  Whoo!