The boys will not go right to sleep at night when we put them down and Teddy keeps jumping out of his crib and falling on the floor, and trying to get in Charlie’s bed. Last night as I was rushing to finish feeding the babies and run out the door to get to Charlie’s class parents potluck, I saw the light on in the boys room. I went in and they were standing there trying in mittens. I said “It’s not time to play with mittens right now. It is time to sleep.” Teddy creamed, put his head in his hands (as he often does) and sobbed “No, mittens!!!” Mittens? Mittens at 7:30 pm when you are exhausted?