The other day, I was cleaning up the kitchen and came across a couple of toys. Both of the boys seem to have this irresistible urge to transport small objects from the living room to the kitchen, likely to aid the cats in trying to kill me.
Anyways, I came across a couple of toys and took them into the living room and gently tossed them into the center of the carpet. Z looked up from his playing with a devilish twinkle in his eye and said, "Z, know why in time-out? Mommy said, don't throw your toys!" And LAUGHED.