Discipline: Dude Style

Noah got sent to time out for throwing a ball, yet again, in the house. This time it hit the TV. After a few minutes in time out, we heard him requesting to get up. What follows is the half-shouted conversation we had from across the house - me, from the living room, and Noah, from the time-out spot on the couch in the play room.

Noah: Noah be nice now.
Me: Are you ready to follow the rules?
Noah: Yeah!
We: What is the rule?
Noah: Uh don't know!
Me: The rule is no throwing in the house.
Noah: Yeah, dude!
Me: Tell me what the rule is.
Noah: Uh don't know!
Me: Say, "No throwing in the house"
Noah: No fwowing in da house! Dude!

It's been one of those odd, funny, unexpected days. Several hours before this while Josh was building some steps for the porch, he caught Noah with his pants pulled down peeing in the grass behind his swing set. WHERE DID HE LEARN THAT?! The unfunny-but-still-kinda-funny icing on that proverbial cake was the dribble all down his pants. And the fit he threw when he had to come and stay inside afterwards. Is there something in the Halloween air? Full moon maybe?