After a long day of pushing buttons, she hits me. I incarcerate her in her playpen.
C: Hey! Let. Me. OUT. Of. Here!
Me: You need to stay in until you're sorry for hitting me.
C (yelling): I'm SORRY! Now lemme outta here!
Me: I'll let you out when you can be good.
C: Neverrrrrrr everrrrrrrr!
I told Tween that he'd better plan to be a superhero, because someone needs to know all her hidden secrets so they can save the world from her.