The Sleepover

Oh my goodness.

It's here.

Blazer's very first sleepover.

       (And mine too . . . as the mom.)

So far, so good.

     But as Ryan said,
                                 "That's a pretty long time, isn't it?"

            Is it?

                     Uh oh.
                                 I guess we'll see.


I remember sleepovers.  There was the moment when you had enough . . . and just wanted your friend to go home  (or go home yourself.)

       That lonely, missing, sad moment -- when you just want your house and your parents and your toys to yourself.


I must say, it's about the most adorable thing ever to hear kindergartners have conversations.  And watch them give tours of your house.  And introduce them to their siblings.  And decide what to do next.

       And the poor younger brother . . . who wants to be part of it all . . . but gets kind-of beat up in the process.  (emotionally and physically)


Ahhh, sleepovers . . .

      Let the fun begin!