
So, consequently, we've been doing more time outs, lately, than we used to. She's probably spending 20 minutes a day in time out (that's 10 two minute time outs, for those of you who haven't read my post on the subject). It's no fun for either of us.
So, tonight she bit my foot (?!?!?!?), and I put her in time out immediately. After two minutes, I went over and got down on her level and said, "Mary Grace, why did you get a time out?" and she said, "Because." "Because you did what?" I replied.
"Hmmm..." she said, folding one arm across her chest, resting her opposite elbow on her hand, and putting her fingers to her chin, "Let me think. Think, think, think."
I almost peed myself laughing. I just couldn't help myself. I tried to cover it with a cough, but when BJ started laughing in the other room I just couldn't cover anymore.
Seriously, how do you keep a straight face? Because I know that these things aren't going to be half as cute when she's 7 as they are now. I'm afraid I'm going to bite through the inside of my cheek, though, if she keeps this stuff up.
Happy birthday, Grandpa Bob!
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