After an hour... I said fine and turned on Finding Nemo. Crackers were provided. And all was well for over an hour, well past Nemo's escape from the aquarium.
Then things began to unravel. There was crying. Finger-sucking. Blanket-clutching. Frantic pleas to be picked up and NOT to go to bed.
I didn't listen. Put them in bed, turned on the music box, and closed the door to them both wailing.
By the time the music stopped....
their eyes were closed.