Merritt and Grace were picking at each other and driving me nuts. I decided seperation was in order, so I asked Merritt to play in his room (since that was what he was doing anyway) and took Grace aside to talk to her about the perils of annoying her brother too badly. I then went upstairs to take care of some odds and ends. I was really enjoying the quiet and it kept stretching out...10 minutes...20 minutes...30 minutes of peace. This was awesome! Then I heard a little voice float up from Merritt's room: "Mom. Can I come out of my room yet?" Huh? I didn't send him to his room...or did I? I did say, "Go to your room and play." Was that the same as, "Go to your room"? Not in my mind, but it was to Merritt. He'd been "banished" to his room and "suffered" a half hour of solitude (I wish someone would send me to my room. I would take a nap!) I felt a little bad about that, but only a little. Oops.
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