I remember one delicious encounter at a hotel with all the (under 5) kids out cold on the floor. We weren't quiet. We knew from experience that a nuclear explosion wouldn't wake them up once they were seriously sleeping. And if they did wake up, well, we figured we'd just tell them we were playing and tell them to go back to sleep.
I think it was better than any encounter we'd had before that time.
A couple of years later we got walked in on by our 6 year old daughter. It wasn't the end of the world.
a fine and enviable madness, this delusion that all questions have answers, and nothing is beyond the reach of a strong left arm.
