"Mom, can I have a sleepover?" my daughter asked.
"Sure," I said. I figured it would be just one friend. No problem.
It wasn't just one friend. It was an army. I looked at the crowd of girls and my jaw almost fell on the floor. "You're all sleeping over?" I asked.
I quickly went into the kitchen to make sure I had enough food for such a crowd. I did. Fortunately I had a taco kit in the cupboard and some ground beef in the refrigerator. I started cooking.
The girls went up to my daughter's room to do whatever teenagers do.
When the tacos were done, I called them down.
I don't know exactly what happened upstairs, but all I know, is that I didn't recognize the creatures that came downstairs. Several had face masks on. (Think mud masks and creams slopped on.) Others had mascara lines painted on their faces. And I don't even know what to say about what they did to their hair.
"Uh, okay," I said. "I hope you're having fun."
They sat down to eat.
Shortly after, my son, Bubba, came into the room. He had a box on his head. It was his thinking cap (see previous post for that story).
He sat down, because he wanted a taco.
So, around my table I had a bunch of zoo creatures: some with masks, some with painted faces, and one with a box on his head.
A pretty typical day in the life of the Mama!