"Time-Out"

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<------------o------------{-( I )-}---------------o------------> Daddy put me in time-out again. It can be so boring when I’m there for a long time. At least I get a bit of fun out of waiting and seeing how long my imprisonment lasts. Sometimes it feels like a few seconds, sometimes a few years. Sometimes many. Those time-outs get kinda tedious, friend. But it’s always fun to run around the rooms Daddy leaves unlocked- once he lets me out- and check each and every clock. No matter how long I’m in time-out, the big, chunky (hee, hee, chunky’s a funny word) clocks never seemed to change. I’ll sit there, waiting until the next minute passes- just to make sure the clocks weren’t secretly tricking me by not telling me the time. It’s funny and weird and it makes me giggle. Daddy only ever puts me in time-out if I did something naughty. One time I stole some special cookies Daddy didn’t want me eating. They tasted funny, like meat. I asked him about them, and he got angry. Daddy gets angry a lot. He told me the cookies were not for me, and that they were not okay to eat, because the visitors we had the other day kindly let us make them. Those visitors were strange. I don’t think they ever left, but I can’t find them. What? Oh, maybe you want to hear about the other times Daddy put me in time-out, friend? Great! I have so much to tell… Where should I start? Oh, I know! I’ll start with the time when I threw a big toy at the window and the sky outside started changing colors. They were so pretty. It went green and purple and red and pink. Pink is a girly color. I don’t like pink. Daddy came in and found me gazing out the window. He threw a fit and put me in time-out. It was only for a few minutes, but when he came to get me, the clocks all said the same thing. I learned how to read a clock last week. I’m so smart. That was before the window smashing. Oo- oo- then there was the time Daddy took me to one of the locked rooms! The door was in the living room and the windows peeked outside, but when we went through the door, there was just a room! A bunch of silly looking people stood there, and as soon as me and Daddy went inside, all of them looked at me. One had big lips and teeth larger than my biggest toy. Another was missing his eyes. It made me feel a little weird, especially when a man with long arms and a tiny torso leaned too close to me. Suddenly they all took a knee and bowed their weird looking heads, except for one. An older, normal looking girl in a pretty dress looked at the others, horrified. Daddy smiled at this, grinning wider when she started yelling, screaming at the others. Weird squeaky noises came from her mouth as she ran for another door, and I mimicked them almost exactly, giggling all the while. Pretty-dress girl looked horrified, and Daddy seemed angry at me for speaking. He dragged me inside by the neck. I just kept on giggling at the girl, waving bye-bye before Daddy slammed the door. Time-out took a few years then. The clocks didn’t think so, though. They told me that it hadn’t been any time at all. While I waited for Daddy to come get me, I wondered if pretty-dress girl was gonna be my new friend. Oo, that would be fun! I hope she knows some fun games to play.. My favorite game is mimicking noises. I’m really good at it. I wonder if she’s good at it, too? Um… I can’t remember anything else… Oh! Wait! I almost forgot about the last time I was put in time-out, which was yesterday. Yesterday I wouldn’t let Daddy put me to sleep because I was hungry. Eventually he got the needle in and I fell asleep. This morning, he put me in time-out for my trouble last night. It felt like days passed, and I was /so/ hungry. But then I had an idea. I think my idea was pretty funny, and I started giggling uncontrollably. Uncontrollably. The biggest word I know. I’m really smart, aren’t I? Anyways, I waited for Daddy to get me. Once he came, I stepped out of time-out and told him I thought there was something on the floor. Daddy rolled his eyes and stooped over to look. I shoved him in the butt (butt’s also a funny word) he fell over. Then he stopped in the air and didn’t fall any more. Now I’ve been sitting here, laughing my head off at Daddy for falling for my silly trick. Daddy always came back for me, but this time… I won’t let him out. Forever. Funny, right? Oh, hey. I’m still hungry. Imma go have some more of those funny meat cookies. <------------o------------{-( I )-}---------------o------------>