Bug has taken to picking on me when she is in a particularly good mood. And reasoning with her doesn’t work, she has an answer for every argument. Which is probably ultimately a good thing, she really thinks everything through, but I know it will be cause for trouble for me eventually.
Her “time out” chair is a plush low to the ground chair that she has had forever. It is child sized. Recent conversation went like this:
Bug: Mommy, you need a time out, go to my time out chair.
Me: Bug, I am not going to your time out chair.
Bug: Mommy, your bottom will fit in my time out chair, go now.
Me: (hoping I have caught a break) Bug, my bottom will NOT fit in your time out chair, I assure you. But thanks for the compliment.
Bug: Let’s try it an see!
Me: But I will probably break it, I am way too big for your time out chair.
Bug: No, its very soft, it won’t break!
She is entirely right. It won’t fit me, but it won’t break either. And she had the answer to every argument I made.