And I survived and still had both of them with me when we left. This is a miracle. I spent a lot of time chasing Thomas, carrying Thomas, hissing viciously at Thomas, and being embarrassed. It was so packed that when I lost him (which was several times), I could catch glimpses of him a few feet ahead and not be able to reach him. I got lots of "Why can't she control her child?" glares, and watched lots of little girls walking demurely with their parents.
It was cool and difficult and horrible and very, very exhausting.
The girls are right now climbing the computer desk and ratting on each other, "Baby's up! Baby's up, Mama!"