We survived! Matt had his first sleepover last night, and miraculously, all of us are still here to talk about it. In fact, I've decided (based on the limited evidence at my disposal) that boys may be easier to manage at sleepovers. Who would have thought?
In all honesty, the little guy we had stay over is about as good as they get. I'm sure I could count the words he mumbled on two hands, and all of those were in response to direct prodding from me. Aside from peeing with the bathroom door open (as any six year old might), his manners were impeccable. And when it came to be bed time, they were snoring almost before I turned out the light.
The boys stayed with Ryan while I went to teach my class, and Emily planned to "babysit" while I was gone (because everyone knows that little boys need a female eye on them). When I got home, the boys were playing outside, and Emily was nowhere to be found. I hunted her down; she was up in her room playing alone.
"Uh, Em. What about those boys?"
"What about 'um?" (She's turned into quite the little sassy pants lately.)
"Where are they?"
"I don't know."
"Are you babysitting?"
"Ohhhhhhh. I forgot."
No babysitting license for her for a few years. Luckily, she had backup.
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