Let's start this story by reminding everyone that I'm rather round and ponderous at this point in my pregnancy. I don't bend well, and getting up off the floor is a chore. So, this morning when I asked Kenly to sit on the futon so I could help her with her shoes and she balked at the idea, I was none too pleased.
I calmly explained that Mommy can't get on the floor right now. I asked her to please come to the futon so that I could help her.
In typical three-year-old fashion, she pointed her finger at me and growled a nasty "AAAGGH!" I promptly picked her revolting rear up and took her to a time out in her bedroom. She started wailing and moaning. I gave myself a minute to cool off and then I went to address the disrespect. Here is our conversation.
K: I don't like to be in time out.
Me: I don't like to put you in time out. I like it when you listen to Mommy. Kenly, why are you in time out?
K: I'm in time out because I said "AAGH" at you.
Me: That is right. I'm glad you know why you're in time out.
K: But, Mommy. "AAAGH" is just the sound that the letter A makes.
I had to fight to keep a straight face. I had to remind her that while some sounds and faces can be innocent, their meanings can change when a person is using them in anger or frustration. What am I going to do when she's smarter than me?