It's like that vaudeville act where the guy spins plates on poles and gets all frantic about it. You did it yourself, bub, you have no one else to blame. Why are you so panicky? Just take them down and put them in a stack! But this is not my fault, someone else set it up and I came in halfway. The plates are spinning on poles in the back of a van, cups and bowls too, the most beautiful rare china, blue, translucent, threatening to smash itself. I am right to worry and I am right to ask the children to help take them down. I know when enough is enough.