Time Out.

Eleanor just spent about 10 minutes tearing up all my drawers. After running up and down the stairs relentlessly, bringing me orange after orange. I said to her, "Eleanor, if you keep doing that, you are going to have time out." Her reply? "Ok, want time out. Me."

I said, "You want time out?"

She said, "In my room. Shut the door. Me be sad."

As I walked her up to her room, I said, "Are you sure you want to time out?"

"OK. Cry. So sad."

So, she is currently in "Time Out." Sort of.