Maia
got a timeout this evening. In our house, timeouts don't consist
(anymore) of sitting on a chair. You are sent to your room where you
sit on your bed. Length of time is determined by severity of what you
did wrong. It's never a very long time--though to little ones it can
seem very long! Here is the conversation I overheard as I went
upstairs to collect Maia and talk with her a bit:
Maia:
(sobbing, crying) I'm stuck in my room and I'm not going to get a
bath!!! Or a story!!! I want a bath!!! (Maia is a very clean
person--the thought of no bath is much worse to her than no story)
Tristyn: (flipping on the shower to rub it in) I'm taking a shoooooowwwwweeer!! And getting a stoooory!!!
Maia: (high pitched, strangled voice) I want a bath!! I'm stuck in my room for 5 weeks!
Tristyn: (dripping on the linoleum--i can hear it) 5 weeks??
Maia: Yes!! FIVE WHOLE WEEEEEKSSS!!!!
Tristyn: That's 35 days!!! You are staying in your room for 35 whole days??
Maia: (gulping and sobbing) Yes!! And getting no bath!!!
Tristyn:
(dancing around, i peeked) WOOHOO! WOOHOO! 35 DAYS! WOOHOO!!!
(jumps in the shower, slams door, 'woohoos' can still be heard faintly)
He
was obviously pleased at the prospect of no Maia for 35 days. Too bad
Maia was 'released' from her 'prison' about 1 minute later. Three
minutes later after having a bit of a talk with her she was in her
beloved bath. =P
