My daughter just stomped out of time out. When I explained she needed to go back to time out and that it's rude to stomp, she claimed she "just wanted to play marching band."
...to further this story, as I am writing this, she just flat-footed it out of the room. Which sounds like stomping.
I dread the day she enters puberty.
The boy child, meanwhile, has turned into Peter Pan. He chases his shadow around the house and he just informed me that the shadow was "bad."