Time-Out.

If I did not already realize

how many times a day

I repetively ask Miss McKenzie,

"Do you need a time out?"

I would be fully aware now.

Because this morning she had her baby

and suddenly asked her,

"Need a time-out?"

And then baby apparently did indeed need one,

and was sent to time-out.

I smiled. Laughed out loud. Cherished the cute moment.