I don't think I have ever made as much noise in my entire life as I did just now trying to get out of my sleeping son's room. As I left the room I kicked over a container of Tinker Toys. No one has ever made a noisier toy. Or noisier container. It is basically sticks and wooden drum mallets inside an aluminum kettledrum. After kicking it over I stood in the dark listening to the metal container echo in my akull and small wooden wheels rolling in what I envisioned as lazy circles under the dresser and bed. From the darkness a little voice called out.

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight. Sorry I made so much noise."

"That's okay."