Marooned

This morning Thomas was having a hard time getting along with his brother and sister.  After breaking up several arguments, I told him he needed to sit on the bed in our room until I finished getting ready for church.  I went back to what I was doing.  After several minutes, I heard whimpering from the bed.

"What's wrong, Thomas?"

"Mommy, I've been marooned!"

Pathetic.  And another one of those moments where discipline was very nearly undermined by my laughter.