What is my life

I am probably the first mom to put my child in time-out for tweeting. Happened last Sunday. I was making breakfast for everyone:

Lennon: Tweet...........TWEET............TWEET!!!
Me: Oh, look it's a little bird, hello bird...(I keep making breakfast)
Lennon: Tweet! TWEET! TWEEEEEET!
Me: Ohhhhhh, I love little birds, want some pancakes little bird?
Len: Tweet.
Me: Okay, just get in your chair QUIETLY and I'll make some breakfast.
Len: TWEET, Dad! TWEEEEEEEEET, Dad! Dad, Dad, DAD, TWEEEEEEEEEEET!
Me: Tod, acknowledge his tweet.
Tod: Lennon, stop tweeting.
Len: TWEET.
Me: Lennon, Dad said stop. Please stop tweeting and I'll get you some pancakes.
Len: TWEET!
Tod: Seriously....try another animal sound....how about a DINOSAUR! RRRRRRRRROAAARR! Or a lion, GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Len: Tweet.
Me: Okay. I love you Len but now it's time to be a big boy and not a bird. Use your words.
Len: Tweettweet! Tweettweet!
Me: Fine. You tweet one more time and you're in time-out.
Len: Tweet.
Me: (Looking at Tod for support and receive none; his face is in the pillow laughing): Okay, looks like you have time-out.

He tweeted the entire way to his time-out chair and tweeted the entire time-out. I shouted around the corner to him, "YOU WILL STAY IN TIME-OUT UNTIL YOU STOP TWEETING!" To which he responded:

"Tweet."