“arsenic hour” – The period of time before bed when over-tired and overstimulated children fall apart into weepy, screaming masses of inconsolable and illogical disasters. The tricky part is timing dinner and bath so that they come before the arsenic hour. So far this evening, we’ve had tears because: Evan didn’t want to come inside for the night, a light saber battle went too far, Amy had a teeny splinter that only required tweezers to remove, Noah didn’t like the DVD Amy chose, Evan messed up Amy’s soap sculpture and I put out the wrong jammies.