Her first time out.  Such a pitiful sight.  She kept kicking Max's water and spilling it.  I told her "no-no" quite a few times, so finally I said, "Jolie, if you do that again, you have to go to time out."  She looked me straight in the eye and kicked the bowl once more.  So she ended up here.  She just stood there with her sweet little face pressed into the corner- just like her big sisters have had to do.  She hardly moved until I told her she was done.  She said sorry, started laughing, and gave me a big hug.  I don't think she noticed me taking pictures...maybe she did.  Maybe that is why she stood so still.  Who knows?  Maybe a kid's first time out is a right of passage into big kidhood.