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!