It was nearing bedtime when Beth approached me.

"Can I put Evie in her pajamas?" she asked.

I considered for a moment.

"Sure, you can give it a try," I said.

Beth managed to get Evie's clothes off by herself. Then Evie realized that she had nothing on but a diaper and the pure joy of it set in. She took off, diaper drooping dangerously around her bottom, shrieking in glee.

"We've got a runaway baby!" Beth screeched.

I retrieved the runaway, changed her diaper, and set her on the floor for her big sisters to try again. By this time Lucy had joined the party, and Evie was beaming from ear to ear at being the object of both of her big sisters' full attention. And this time I shut the door to keep the runaway baby in.

I listened, though, to what sounded like a rodeo going on in there, punctuated by giggles, squeals, and comments like the following:

"I wish we had a rope to tie her up!"

"You hang onto that leg."

"This is harder than I thought!"

At the end of 10 minutes or so, all three of them were slightly out of breath and panting, but...Evie did have her pajamas on. And I had 10 minutes to sit down and read while they were all occupied doing a chore that I usually have to do myself.

Would it be bad of me to assign the big sisters pajama duty every night?