Time Out.

Let me begin by saying that many days I feel like I've totally lost control -- of my two-year old that is.  My mom assures me that this is just because I am parenting a two-year old.  But scenarios like these leave me scratching my head (and biting my lip to keep from laughing hysterically).

Fawn:  "I want to kick mommy and go to time out."

Fawn proceeds to kick mommy in the shin (barefooted, so minimal pain inflicted).  Then he puts himself in timeout.

I try not to laugh, but hurry to snap this picture of him in time out:

A couple minutes pass, and Fawn removes himself from time out and comes to find me.

Fawn:  "I all done with time out mommy.  You want a hug?"

Belle:  "I'd love a hug."  Because even after being kicked in the shin, there's nothing I wouldn't love more than a hug from my sweet angel.