I said it in a moment of frustration.  Carter wasn’t being bad, just really really annoying.  And I couldn’t handle it.

I considered a timeout for myself, but realized that would probably mean that Captain Destructo would demolish the house.
(I’ve never seen a 20 month old that can destroy as quickly as he can!)

Honestly, it didn’t seem to bother him at first.  I left him in there for a while and heard him singing his heart out.
But then…he heard me call the others for breakfast, and panic began to set in.

“Mommy!  Mooooooommmmmy!  Moooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
*cue tears*

I got the other two settled at the table and walked into his room.
“What Carter?”

“If I’m in my room all day and all night until tomorrow, how will I eat and not die?”
(He’s always been a little dramatic.  I have no clue where he gets that trait.)

“Well, I was thinking I could just slide your food under your door and you could eat in here.”

*long, long pause*

“So the only thing I can have to eat is pancakes?  That’s not very healthy.”

How could I not laugh at that?
So we talked about wise choices and unwise choices.
We talked about things that aren’t bad, but aren’t good either.
And then he joined us for breakfast.

And I felt bad…because I just lectured my child about wise choices when I didn’t make one myself.
(Luckily he hasn’t caught on to this irony yet.)