Three boys decided to sleep on the floor tonight.
One wants the door open partially, to let in light.
That opening affords the baby quick entrance.
Peals of joyful laughter stream constantly,
Increasing in volume until the baby is screaming
With delight at being with his brothers
In this dark room on the floor.
With such unanticipated gladness,
How can anyone enforce a schedule?
And why would anyone want to?
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