Duh, Mom!

M has been getting into EVERYTHING in the kitchen this week. Getting stools, climbing up on the counter to reach the top of the fridge, getting utensils out ("painting" the couch with the basting brush), finding the leftover bubbles from the goody bags for D's class, getting candles out of the junk drawer and getting wax on the (microfiber) living room chair, just everything. It's been very annoying and not to mention dangerous for her. So I told her this morning that every time I catch her doing it or messing with stuff that doesn't belong to her she's going to time out for 20min (usually the threat of a long time out is enough incentive). Well, the boundry-pusher did it again so I put her in time out. The following conversation occured about 10 minutes later.

M: "Mommy! I not in my roooom!"
I come out of my room and sure enough she's in the hallway outside of her room with her winter slippers on, her harness we use at busy places and her carry-on suitcase.
Me: "M, what are you doing?"
M: "I going to the airport!"
Me: "Please go back in your room, you're still in time-out, you may come out when the timer beeps."
M turns around and goes back in her room muttering, "I gonna miss my plane!"