Last night was the Christmas program for our two older children. 50 minutes of listening to band, choir, chimes. . .you get the idea. It was quite nice, with lots to listen to and watch.
Not to my six year old.
You think we'd asked him to go all day without eating. Or to clean the entire house by himself. Or (gasp!) live in a world without Sonic the Hedgehog.
It was apparently an insurmountable task.
Before we even left, he start fussing about it. Once we got there, he wiggled in his chair, frequently turning around to show one of his buddies a few rows back the wound on his wrist (which was still bright red and not all that pleasant to view). He made paper airplanes out of the program and switched between our laps with the speed of, well, Sonic.
At one point, he turned to my husband and said, "This is SO not manageable!!"
50 minutes. That's it! And this kid is accustomed to sitting in church at least once a week for longer than that! Not sure if it's Christmas' imminent arrival or what. But this kid struggled last night. Yet, even amid our annoyance and frustration at his behavior, my husband and I looked over his head more than once, silently laughing.
It's a good thing he's hilarious!