Yesterday while I was on the phone with our cable company, Clara found a bottle of Febreeze.
By the time I hung up she had sprayed it all over the hardwood floors, dining chairs and table, cabinets, and laptop cords.
You think with all that spraying, she would have managed to hit some type of fabric, but no.
I put her in a time out and started cleaning up the mess.
Pretty soon I heard Clara disciplining me from her chair:
Mommy! You go to bed right now!
You be grumpy! You go to your crib right now!
You really grumpy and you go to bed. You go to time out!
1... 2... 3!
Okay! You go to time out right now!