Time outs just don't work in this house

The kids just love each other too, darn much.  Most of the time, if Nugget has to go to time out, after apologizing to me (or hubs), he will go hug the dog too.  Why?  Because the majority of his first time outs were for sitting on her, eating her food, trying to get her to play duck, duck, goose by slapping her on the head, you get the idea.  So now he just goes over and say, "Chorry!" and gives her a kiss.

When Strip is in time out, Nugget will just go sit with her until time's up.  Take for example today.  We were in the laundry room, and Nugget was helping me change over loads.  He was then, super pumped about getting to toss his big boy sheets in the washer.  Woo hoo!  Movin' out of the crib!  

So what could Strip could have possibly done to get

 sent to time out?  It started by her trying to slam Nugget's hand in the drier, multiple times.  She was given her warning, and she did it again, so she was banished from the fun of doing laundry -- oh the horror!  But she came back in and managed to swing the washer door closed just as Nugget was standing up so, WACK!  Right in the head.  I channel SuperNanny

"You are in time out because you smacked your brother in the head with the washing machine door.  You are in time out and cannot come back in here for 3 1/2 minutes."

Tears, screams and drama follows. And here's Nugget:

Please excuse the boot, pile of towels (they were going in next, I swear!) and the Pampers Crack Nugget is sporting.  Sigh.  At least they love each other, right?