A couple of days ago, Anja was misbehaving (I speak as if this is a rare occurence–ha ha!) and had two time-outs in a row. For her, a time-out consists of one minute in her play pen with no toys. Considering she hates solitude and confinement, this has been a very effective punishment for her “crimes.”
Until…after her second time-out and heartfelt (another guffaw from me) apology to Mama, she stood and pondered for a second. Husband and I watched, bemused, as she found her “ball ball” (golf ball) and cup, one of her favorite self-created sets of toys, and tossed them over the edge of the playpen. She then proceeded to misbehave again.
“The little smarty-pants!” I exclaimed. “She’s putting toys in her play pen so that her time-out is fun! Aaaargh!” Needless to say, the toys were taken out and she got her third (and final of the day) time-out.
Hopefully the day she truly can outwit us is off in the distant future.