I'm sure the downstairs neighbors are relieved

My partner's sister's family have gone home, along with their 2-year-old. It's quiet now and there are no more music playing kiddie toys. I'm sure the downstairs neighbors are relieved. She enjoyed high stepping her left foot and letting it hit with a thud. And the morning "I-hate-baths" scream will no longer be anyone's alarm clock.

Too bad. I was getting good at reading "Fox in Socks" out loud with their "tweetle beetle puddle paddle battles on a noodle eating poodle."

Makes me want to write a silly sounding rhyming poem now.