Dress rehearsals...

... (or in this case pajama rehearsals) are supposed to go badly, right?

Tomorrow the kids have a singing program that they are doing at an art gallery in town.  Their piano teacher recommended them to the owner of the art gallery when she was looking for performers for her monthly performances.  They are singing 11 songs and have been working quite hard to get ready for it.

Tonight they were running through the program before heading for bed.  The singing went pretty well, but the little brothers (who are singing with the girls in a couple of the songs) were in top form.  They were behaving like... well... like little 6 and 3 year old boys.  Making faces, singing silly, teasing... you get the picture.  The girls were doing pretty well ignoring it until they looked at our faces - we were trying, but we just... couldn't... help... laughing.  (Which, of course, encouraged the little monkeys to entertain us even more).

So tomorrow, we're really, really hoping that stage fright will tame them down.  One of the girls suggested Benedryl...