Yesterday, Owen made me very, very mad. I sent him to his room, partly for punishment and partly because I just needed to not be around him for awhile.
Really. When you think about it, when you send a child to their room, you are sending them to go play. There really is no punishment involved. At least I got the space from him that I so desperately needed.
While he was in there, behind his closed door, his remorseful little soul set to work on his version of an apology. With multi-colored Lego's at hand, he proceeded to construct this for me.