|Can you imagine her saying "no more church please, you're killing me!" Or maybe I'm projecting...|
But the husband and I aren't rookies so we had a plan.
It involved lots of paper, pencils, blank address labels and some bribery in the form of food. We also took a walk around the building around the first hour and made several trips to the drinking fountain. Oh and don't forget the "pick your battles" talk the grownups memorized. It goes something like this.
Yes Grant is sitting in the windowsill. That's okay, it's not like there's a line for it. Oh and look at Anna, she's helping Nathan fill in the address labels and then sticking them on his shirt. At least they're not putting them on the walls. Jennie has had about a pound of cranberries and still wants more. They're supposed to be good for your bladder right?
I'm pretty sure that all parents who make it through long meetings with their offspring are getting a fast pass to heaven.
We deserve it.