Alone Time

The other day Calvin was in need of some wind-down, chill-out, get a hold of yourself time, which I suggested he take in his room, far away from the living room, where "everyone was frustrating him."

He responded by turning a little red and saying with barely controlled extreme exasparation: "That will not help anything! Because as soon as I go to that end of the house, it will be occupied by them, because they migrate to wherever someone is."

And when I started laughing at the word "occupied" and harder at the word "migrate" and harder every time he waved his hand in a gesture toward "them," he pretty much screamed at me, "Why is any of this funny?"

I don't know. You tell me.