Time out is the discipline method of choice at our house. I could go on and on about how effective I think it is as long as we do it right, but I won't. Instead, I will go on and on about how hilariously funny it can be when we do it right.
The other day, Bria was in a very unreasonable mood and had to sit in time out way more than she usually does. She had already been in the time out chair 3 times that Sunday morning and we hadn't even left for church yet!
Well, she continued being stubborn and obstinate about something or the other, so I put her back in time out. First she growled at me and told me she'd scratch my eyes out (she was currently pretending to be a kitty, but still....such violence for a little girl!) and then she just started screaming.
Now, time out is just that. Time OUT. I don't engage in arguing with her because it's completely fruitless, ineffective and a complete waste of time, so I walked away and left her there screaming. I went about my normal chores and getting ready for church. And she screamed. And screamed.
And this is what she screamed:
"Time out is S T U P I D! Do you know what that spells? That spells a BAD WORD!!!! And that's what time out is!!! S T U P I D!!!! Do you want me to say it? Fine!! A BAD WORD!!! (I had to laugh that she still couldn't bring herself to say it...she's very strict about her bad words. In fact, when she's mad at Chloe she says, "You're a bad word!" Quite amusing.) You're a meanie!!!! You're the meanest one in the whole house!!!! I'm not your daughter anymore!!! I want DADDY!! No Faaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiir!!!!!! Why aren't you listening to me???!!??? LISTEN to me!!!!!!!" Ad nauseum.
Perhaps you had to be there, but I was trying extremely hard to hide the fact that I was laughing at her. Instead I got out a pen and started to write down her running commentary.
A few minutes later she was quiet. And a few minutes after that she was ready to be nice.
Time out. Works like a charm.