 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 ain't going to read the papers. Oh, look. Look at that nice big banister.