I must have been five when I had my first sleep over. Nick is eight. But this is our very first one, unless you count Grammy.
So far, so good... unless you count his friend refusing to eat corn at dinner, and Andy crying for ever because the older boys wanted Bakugan on TV and he wanted Scooby Doo (which we do not own.)
I'm a little nervous. I just hope they eventually go to sleep. And stay asleep. And don't wake too early.
In a few minutes I'm going to have to make them all go to sleep.
Ugh.
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Good Luck! How'd it all work out?
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