Is there such a thing as too much Time Out? I wondered that maybe we put Mary there too often when last night, she put her toy vacuum cleaner there.

I was laughing so hard when I saw what she had done. I guess it had been really bad, since she left him there until this afternoon. Normally, she only sits there a few minutes to contemplate her transgressions. The vacuum must have had a LOT of thinking to do. This evening we were cleaning up before bed. We were packing her play doh back into it's bag when she grabbed a tub of dough and went to throw it at Dumas. I said in my fiercest mommy voice, "don't you dare throw that at the cat." She looked at me... then looked at the cat...and threw it. I yelled, "Mary Elizabeth!" and she immediately took off running and sat herself down in Time Out. I didn't even have to tell her. That's when I thought,"Hmmm, maybe she goes there way too often."