"Mom, can I have a sleepover?" my six-and-a-half year old son asked.
"Um," I said trying to imagine a sleepover with two six-year-old boys. "Ask your father."
He went to his dad who said, "Ask your mother."
"Okay," I said. "When did you want to have this thing?"
That wasn't much of a notice.
Nevertheless, I agreed and the little guy had his buddy over.
They had a great time. Of course big sister, an experienced sleepover-er, had a few tips: Have a big pillow fight at 10:00 PM, tell ghost stories until 11:00 PM, stay up until midnight.
Needless to say, the boys were a bit tired in the morning. Still they thought it was the best sleepover ever.