Mommy's in a timeout!

On Sunday, Austin put me in a timeout. Apparently, I said something at breakfast that we weren't supposed to say (per Gene). I can't even remember what it was. Anyway, once Austin heard that I said something I wasn't supposed to, he said "Mommy, you need a timeout. Go sit in the corner for 2-5-0. You can't talk or move or play!" (When we put Austin in a timeout, we set the timer on the microwave for 5 minutes.) So, there I was, sitting in the corner of the living room for 2 minutes and 50 seconds. I guess, if we put him in a timeout for saying something or doing something he's not supposed to, it's only fair that we do the same.