A few weeks ago my daughter received an invitation to a sleepover birthday party. I was looking forward to it with great gusto while my wife was apprehensive and nervous. My mind was saying, “awesome! kid gone for the night!” My wife was thinking, “oh no, I’m so nervous, she’ll be gone all night!”
Well, the day of the party came and my wife brought her over and dropped her off. My daughter asked her to stay for the party part but my wife told her she couldn’t and to have fun.
My wife did take some pictures before she left and let me tell you, there were a lot of girls at this party. I think it was about 19 little eight year old girls running around that house when she left. I don’t know what the girl’s parents were thinking inviting so many kids to a sleepover party unless they had a stockpile of pain killers in the house! I use to run card game tournaments for kids and I always gobbled down a few pain killers before each event to deaden the eventually pain my head would experience as all those kids would sugar up, open their mouths, and just babble. Being a birthday party you just know there will be a high quantity of sugar flowing through those kids veins.
A little while later my wife and I were relaxing at home (I was relaxing) when the phone rang. My daughter was calling just to say hello and tell us she was having a good time. They had just finished watching the Last Mimzy and were getting ready to watch High School Musical. My wife asked her is she wanted to come home and my little girl said no, she was having too much fun.
The hours went by and we settled down to catch up on the last few episodes of My Name is Earl. Man I love that show! After that I had to do some website maintenance on some of my sites while my wife checked on her eBay auctions. It was nearly midnight when we went to bed.
Within five minutes of going to bed the phone rang, it was my daughter. She sounded far too awake for midnight and she wanted to say good night to us. I handed the phone to my wife and the dialogue changed from “good night” to “I miss you please come and get me!”
So my wife got dressed and brought her home. I guess my little girl is still my little girl for a little while longer!