We babysit these two little girls pretty regularly. To save time and explanation, let's call them my nieces. This story is specifically about the youngest one, CC, and how sassy and hilarious and smart she is. CC is two and a half. Before I left for camp at the end of May, she barely spoke. We are talking "mommy," "daddy," "cup," "Sam," and "Shelby" barely spoke. Apparently, halfway through the summer, she decided to USE HER WORDS to get her point across, and now...and now we have a little sassy talking monster on our hands!
Now, for background it is important that you know I have taken to giving the kids (Zeb, Shelby, and CC) time outs in the corner when they misbehave (usually in the form of running through the house, jumping on the furniture, screaming at each other, and sitting on the end table that can barely hold a cup and remote, much less a child). At the first offense, I ask if the offender would like a time out. The answer, invariably, is "NO!" to which I explain that he or she will receive a time out if they keep up the behavior. When it is done the second time, I simply point at the corner in the living room and say "GO!" With feet dragging, the victim of my horrible and cruel punishment slowly complies. It is always the same. I say "GO!" and point my arm straight out, index finger extended, and the culprit's face always falls as they make their way to the torture chamber. Once in position, I announce the length of the time out (2, 5, or 10 minutes) and he or she is to stand there quietly and use the time to discover what could've been done differently to avoid such an outcome.
Sunday, the day after Halloween, the kids were all at the house. The sugar highs were in full force and they were all bouncing off the walls. I ended up putting all the candy out of reach, including the container of orange slices that was on the kitchen table. I was sitting at the kitchen table with CC when she told me that if I did not put the orange slices back on the table, she was going to put me in a time out. "Do you need a time out?" she asked me. I could not help but be amused by this sudden turn of the tables, but managed to keep a straight face while I explained that not only was I not giving her the candy, since she was going to make herself sick on it, but that also she was not in the position to put me in the corner.
It was at this point, blog, that she looked me straight in the eye, extended her arm straight out with her index finger pointed directly at the corner, and she said to me in all seriousness, "GO!"
