trains and fat quarters

Tonight, the boys were treated to a special visit with Yami. They piled into the car for a visit to Yami's church (commonly known as the local fabric store), where they browsed happily. As a reward for their good behavior, Yam took them to Dairy Queen for some delicious ice cream. The boys had never been inside our DQ before, and were reportedly entranced by the train that ran on a track along the ceiling. They were perfect little angels -- until they got home. Liam pitched a fit because he wanted to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse instead of listening to Yami read bedtime stories, so she and Max went up and had some one-on-one story time. Eventually, they settled down to go to sleep, but Max, for reasons known only to himself, insisted tearfully, loudly, and at great length that he should be allowed to wear his shoes to bed. In the interest of them actually getting some sleep tonight, I eventually gave in. Isn't he just the cutest (and most infuriating) little boy?