Time out for Mama

Recently, Timmy made a pretend house for his little chicken.
It's actually my backpack that he transformed into the 'house'.

He really wanted to make a complete house for his chicken.
So, he put tissues, toothpastes, pen, pencils, eraser, mother chicken, father chicken, little duck, lotions, powder until the bag is really compact and full. Then, put it beside his bed.

The other day, I was looking for a pencil which I just bought for him.
Since the pencil is new, I was wondering where is it?

I started to unpack this bag, to see whether the pencil is there.
Apparently, it is and found it at the bottom part of the bag...which means that his chicken 'house' is in a big mess! And Timmy came!

He was really upset...and cried...and got angry.

I know it's my fault. I should have respected his personal belongings.
I said sorry then...

I found Timmy's response funny:
Timmy: "Mom, Argh! I'm very angry! Put it back. Ahhhhh... Now it won't even fit.
Can you remember how I put and arranged it before?
Now, you should go into the time out Mom. Since you are 32 years old, so you should be in the time out for 32 minutes."

Then he was looking at the clock to tell me when I could get off from the time out place. *Oops*

After the time out is finished he told me, next time you shouldn't do that again Mom. I love you, but I don't like it when you mess my chicken house. Okay Mom?
Me: "Okay Tim. Sorry. I was trying to find the pencil."