The 45 Minute Long 2 minute Time-Out

Time Out! My daughter has been disdainfully ignoring this command for the past month. We'd be all like, stop jumping on the kitty-kat, okay, time out! And she'd be all, yeah right. Kitty bounces. You should join in. Then we'd get all serious and firmly place her butt on the chair. What ensued afterword would rival Henry Kissinger in terms of negotiations. We'd end up on the German end of the Versailles Treaty.But no more! We decided (the wife informed me, and I am to 'carry out') that when time-out was called, time-out would be achieved. Victory! Alas, like most war-plans, it works better on paper. It works out like this: Time out is called. We take her hand, direct her to the chair, and start a 2 minute timer. If she gets off the chair, or attempts to talk her way out of it, the timer restarts. We (by we, I mean 'I'), do this as long as it takes (preferably before she graduates college) to get a solid 2 minutes in. So far time out has lasted an average of 45 minutes. It's okay, cause I really have no life outside of this. I mean I used too. I think. Hey, what's talking to people like?

Gotta go, I think the cat's being used as a trampoline again.

Time-out!