The imps acted as if they never have been allowed to leave the house or that they have been raised in a barn. Fidgety would be a classic understatement.
girl.imp spoke, in what can only generously be called, LOUD stage whispers, sat on the pew, sat on the floor, kicked the feet of the girl sitting in front of her, alternately hugged me or wife.imp and tried to catch the eye of the boy sitting two rows in front of us. He is in her class in First Grade.
boy.imp wanted to run his car on the back of the pew in front of us or try to jam the medium-sized car into the book holder attached to the back of the self-same pew. Imagine a round peg that is being hammered into a square hole one size too small and you can almost hear the noise being made. When he wasn't trying to disprove proven scientific facts, he was concerned over the time we were spending away from the house.
During every break or pause for breath, b.imp would ask the congregation (in the self-same loud stage whisper being used by girl.imp): "Is it over?" or "Can we go now?" or "Are we done yet?" and to top off the embarrassment for us, "Are we done, can we go party now?"
I am beginning to think we will need an armed escort from the angelic ranks to get myself and wife.imp pass the Pearly Gates...