First Sleepover

"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."

"Mom?"

"Okay," I said.  "When did you want to have this thing?"

"Tonight."

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.