Elliot is his name; naughty is his game.
For about the 100th time since getting up from his nap, I tossed Elliot into time out around 6:15 p.m. (Btw - I tossed him because time out is in his crib.)
At about 6:15:25 he was running down the hallway.
Whaaaa? I think I stared in disbelief for a minute at him and had to be reminded by Fred to not laugh. Seriously, it took him 25 seconds to climb up out of his crib and come bounding down the hall.
I just don't have any idea where he gets this fine, I'll show you attitude. But it was that look on his face that created this Weekend Moment. That one-second-flash of 'yeah, mom, go ahead and try it again.' I broke into a fit of laughter and had to leave the room.