The Wiggles

It was the boys' Christmas party at school yesterday, which meant (judging by what was left on their faces) lots of punch and goodies.  Sugar = hyper.  Then, we had Cub Scouts before the boys' Christmas Pageant last night.  I was really on the fence whether to go or not... too much activity could mean a melt down in behavior for the actual performance.  Their tolerance only goes so far, and then chaos ensues.  It's not pretty when they're fatigued.  Their bodies go into overdrive.  ANYWAYS -- the boys begged for cub scouts, and so we went.  They were overly rambunctious on our tour of a grocery store, running around, touching EVERYTHING ( you know, like meat grinders and such).  I was dreading what this might mean for the actual Pageant.  In the car after the tour, on our way to church, the boys were screaming, giggling, kicking the seats.  Hyper as all get out.  I was mortified.  Quinn tried to put me at ease by saying this....

Quinn: "Mom, it's okay.  We're being wild NOW, so that we can be patient THEN.  We've got to get it out of our systems."

There's a strange logic to this, so I let them carry on, despite my misgivings.  You know what, though?  Those boys behaved PERFECTLY in church - maybe for the first time EVER.  It was... a Christmas miracle.  And after the performance?  Back to running around and wild. But for those few blissful minutes (45 to be exact), they attended, sat appropriately, said their lines.  SIGH.  It's POSSIBLE for them to act like civilized children.  It's POSSIBLE!!!!!!