I walked into the dining room and found him jerking away from the water bowl because he heard me coming. A huge puddle was on the floor. I said, as he was leaving little wet footprints across the floor, "That's it. Get in timeout." He walked over to the couch to sit on it while I turned off the video and removed his toys. I make a point of looking at my watch. He watches me. I walk away to leave him alone to ponder the error of his ways. I periodically peek in at him. Still sitting there. Good. Two minutes are up and I go back in to him. I put my arms out and he reaches up to me. I pick him up and, while holding him, say, "Do you know why you were in timeout?" He says, "No." I'm thinking to myself, "Oh, bullshit." I say out loud, "You know you're not supposed to bmrpchokdfjgh." That gibberish was because he chose that moment to lean in and give me a kiss.
The ladies better watch out for my little charmer...He's going to be deadly.