When Joe shrieks at him, “We’re never going to bed!” it strikes me that I might need some company, too. They work their way through their provisions like locusts, until the house is littered in a confetti of wrappers. Ordinarily, the ears would have not been on the floor because they would have been tidied away, but the Laila rules stipulated that she did not have to do any tidying. A few days later, I was putting Laila to bed and she was being her old self – funny, clever and loving. Despite my impending sense of exhaustion, the rules bring a sense of celebration to the house.

Source: The Guardian March 31, 2018 07:59 UTC