BB3's slumber party was Friday. It has taken me this long to recover. Ten giggling, squealing 9 and 10 year olds, overtaking the house. BoilerHusband, a veteran of past festivities, escaped with BB4 before the first guest arrived. Too bad for them. They missed the scavenger hunt. They missed decorating the t-shirts. They missed pizza, grapes, popcorn, puppy chow, soda, lemonade, and who knows what else.
And, they missed dancing to Billie Jean and Thriller in glow-in-the-dark t-shirts with glow sticks. At least half of the girls knew most of the words to songs recorded years before they were born.
Somehow, I don't think that the boys thought that they missed anything. They certainly didn't miss their sleep. I did.
But it was worth it.
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