Apologies to Shakespeare, but that is what came to mind this morning as I was awakened by the immediate presence of my two youngest children bouncing around on the bed. A boy, 3, and a girl, 1 1/2, doing what they do. The sun is up and they are ready to play. Mommy has been up and is seeking a nap. Daddy went to bed late and would do anything for another hour or two of golden slumber. But these parents' desires are recognized not one bit by the children for whom play is everything.
And I guess that's as it should be.