Puzzling

On Friday, Mrs. A. called Shawn to tell her that Reilly was sick. Diarrhea. Come quick.

Shawn picked up our baby girl from school and brought her home to get cleaned up and down for a nap. Reilly, being a two-year-old—a sick two-year-old—woke up from her nap with devil horns sprouting from her head. It got so bad at one point that Shawn decided to give “Time Out” a try.


Shawn sat Reilly in a chair in the corner of the dining room and told her that she had to stay there for two minutes. Much to her surprise, Reilly not only stayed there, but when the two minutes were up, apologized for kicking her mommy and gave her a hug and kiss to make up.

Flash forward to Sunday afternoon. Reilly and I are playing with a peg puzzle of various shapes. Apparently, the circle, diamond, and star made some bad decisions, because Reilly picked up the three puzzle pieces, walked over the chair and set them down. When I asked her what she was doing, Reilly said quite sternly that the puzzle pieces were, “doing time out.”