 Hey, Mommy, I can't sleep no more. I just heard the boy throw the Sunday paper on the porch. I want to look at the funny. Oh, now, look, Junior, why don't you go back to bed and be a good boy? No use going back to bed. Well, why not? All I do is just lay there and think up new ways to wet this joint. Oh, go read your funny papers and don't bother. Okay, okay. I'm going to read the papers. Oh, look. Look at that nice big banister.