I asked Norah what she did to her grandmother's couch today that earned herself a timeout. Her response: "I eat a bite." (Sources confirmed this.)
After bed tonight, Norah was fussing that her pillow was too wet (she'd drooled) and she needed to sleep in the white bed with Mama and Papa. I flipped her pillow over and showed her that the pillow was now dry, at which point she promptly spit on it and asked again to be moved to the white bed.