Our boys are generally pretty good kids. But we struggle at bedtime; tantrums, arguing, stall tactics. All the regular stuff.
Last night we were at friends' house for supper. Any parent knows that when more than one family of kids gets together, the kids all act like angry schizophrenics, especially when it's time to part ways and go home to bed.
Last night we had the same arguments we always do when leaving the B's house. But we managed to get home and still get everyone in bed by around 8:20.
The baby didn't cry, and big boys didn't beg for more stories, a glass of water, Chapstick or any of the other crap they use for excuses to stay up. And no one got up to poop at 9:30. I'm calling it a 12th Day of Christmas miracle!