My son had a sleep over last night. It was. . .Interesting.
For example;At one in the morning, they came up wanting me to read them a story. Uhm. Hello? No.
I told them to go back downstairs and read each other a story. So they did. They picked Ghostly Tales for the Campfire. A collection of scary stories to be read in the dead of night around, well, a campfire. Duh.
Last summer we took it to the lake with us and the stories were scary enough that I refused to walk the hundred feet from the tent to the washrooms by myself at night.
Still. No big deal right? Whats a bunch of scary stories when you have a lamp on all night long. Right?
I don't think they counted on the power going out at two (for six fucking hours) nor that the thunder would be rattling the windows hard enough I was afraid they would break. But the lightning was cool. Even they had to agree with that.
So the boys whimpered and whined until three when they finally passed out from exhaustion, flashlights still on.
Me and the husband stayed up until almost four playing cards and eating brownies.
I took pictures. Because when do I not?
And in a Breaking News - Stuperman Update, I asked him to put all the shoes in the closet. He wore each pair into the closet and then took them off. These are my newest pair.
Also. I hear wedding bells. This is CoffeeMom's Daughter. Open mouth kissing. He's advanced for three. Or he watches The Husband and I too much.