Well now what? Already we can scarcely threaten the child with punishments; she is impressively unfazed by pretty much anything we can dish out. Now she's taking my one real weapon from me when I was least expecting it. I took a millisecond to admire my adversary's genius. She moved across the kitchen and began laboriously segregating a tall bar chair into the middle of the floor. "Five minutes", she called over her shoulder to me. Wavering between telling her she couldn't have a time out (is this conversation really happening?) and letting her spend 5 minutes alone on the chair I opted my usual solution - I ignored her. "How about chicken nuggets for dinner?" I proposed, shaking the box of frozen wads of breaded chicken in her direction. She said nothing. I preheated the oven.
"I want a time-out" came her voice from behind me. I stayed the course. "We have corn or edamame, what do you prefer?" I wondered where Kate was, I thought it might be helpful if she would make fun of Sarah's wanting a time-out. The growling from my bedroom told me Kate was fully engaged in abusing poor Max and would not be stepping in to help. I spotted Rex darting across the room. "Sarah! There goes Rex!" and with that, I was saved. The question remains, though, what to do when next she's naughty...throw her in that brier patch?
Rex, sleek and fuzzy saviour