A series of regularly timed crashes from upstairs. I don’t need to investigate; they’re playing some variation of the Jump Off The Bed game. I go upstairs.

Me: If I hear another crash above my head …

Poppy: … we’ll all get time-outs.

Me: No, I’ll build a tower and lock you in it, just like Rapunzel.

Poppy: That would keep Pete out of my room. That would be pretty helpful. When are you going to do that?