Timeout

The cutest thing just happened.

For almost 2 hours, Alex's dinner has been at the table. He's been playing with his trains. Patrick and I have tried to get him to eat. He's said "NO". We've asked him about every 20 minutes for two hours and it's been "NO!"

Just as Alex was rearing back to throw a pillow at Oreo, Patrick told him not to. Alex did it so he was told he needed to go to timeout. Do you know where Alex ran??? He ran into his dinner seat and tried to start eating.

He tried to drink and eat and Patrick took him out of his chair and made him serve his timeout. When timeout was over he had to apologize to Oreo, so he crept over there, bent down and said in the sweetest voice, "I sawy Oh-we-o." Now he's eating. So all it took was a timeout. What are we missing? Oh yeah, we're not 2 1/2.