My son was invited to one of his buddy's birthday party. Since he lives nearby, we sent our boy off to walk to the party. "Come home as soon as it's done," my husband and I instructed.
Meanwhile, I had to take my daughter somewhere. On our way out the door, I reminded my husband of when the party would be over. "Uh, huh," he answered as he plunked away on the computer. "He can walk home."
I had a feeling this would be interesting.
When my daughter and I returned, it was late. My son was home, grinning ear to ear.
"Did you have fun at the party?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "Guess how long I was there?"
Uh oh. "Um, how long?"
"Seriously? You were there five hours?"
"Yeah. Everybody was!"
Oh my gosh. That poor mom! A house full of seven and eight year old boys for five hours! All I can say, is better her than me! (I found out she didn't mind. It was like a giant playdate. Thank God! I was feeling pretty bad about it!)