Armed with a swimsuit, a pillow, and a sleeping bag, Evan left the
house Saturday night for his first sleep over, a rite of passage in the life of
any elementary aged school kid.
Let me just briefly mention the fact that he was one of 25 boys. Eight, nine and ten year old boys. In one house. Spending the night. It scares me to fathom such levels of responsibility. The parents hosting the sleep over have surely earned themselves some type of award - perhaps a crown in heaven.
I will tell you that Evan was quite upset that the only sleeping bag that could be located in our house was Keagan's, and because it depicted a scene from Disney's CARS movie, Evan would have nothing to do with it. Lightening McQueen is just not cool when you are eight and going to a birthday party of a nine year old. He suggested that he take some quilts instead, and that idea was quickly declared a no-go. He finally agreed to take the CARS sleeping bag IF it was turned inside out and revealed the neutrality of a dark gray.
I know we have at least one very cool military issued Army green sleeping bag, but I looked high and low and could not find it in the ten minutes we had to pack up and go. No doubt it was sent in the luggage to Afghanistan last fall, and still sits in the Resident Agency in Kabul awaiting Wes's arrival. Wes will be there soon enough to retrieve it. Until then, it appears I must invest in a couple of extras just in case we are invited to any more sleep overs. After all, we have reputations to protect.
When we picked up Evan this morning before church, he glazed over a few of the highlights of the night:
1) The squirrel that accidentally took a seat on the power line and exploded was cool.
2) The boy who brought the headless copperhead snake that he shot that afternoon in his backyard was cool.
3) The scavenger hunt that took place in the hundred year old cemetery was cool.
4) Having Nurf gun fights in the dark with glow sticks was cool.
5) The endless supply of doughnuts for breakfast was cool.
I am going to attribute his lack of real descriptors to his lack of sleep, but I have one more thing that I would like to add. Finding damp church clothes in the overnight bag this morning, was NOT cool.
Let me just briefly mention the fact that he was one of 25 boys. Eight, nine and ten year old boys. In one house. Spending the night. It scares me to fathom such levels of responsibility. The parents hosting the sleep over have surely earned themselves some type of award - perhaps a crown in heaven.
I will tell you that Evan was quite upset that the only sleeping bag that could be located in our house was Keagan's, and because it depicted a scene from Disney's CARS movie, Evan would have nothing to do with it. Lightening McQueen is just not cool when you are eight and going to a birthday party of a nine year old. He suggested that he take some quilts instead, and that idea was quickly declared a no-go. He finally agreed to take the CARS sleeping bag IF it was turned inside out and revealed the neutrality of a dark gray.
I know we have at least one very cool military issued Army green sleeping bag, but I looked high and low and could not find it in the ten minutes we had to pack up and go. No doubt it was sent in the luggage to Afghanistan last fall, and still sits in the Resident Agency in Kabul awaiting Wes's arrival. Wes will be there soon enough to retrieve it. Until then, it appears I must invest in a couple of extras just in case we are invited to any more sleep overs. After all, we have reputations to protect.
When we picked up Evan this morning before church, he glazed over a few of the highlights of the night:
1) The squirrel that accidentally took a seat on the power line and exploded was cool.
2) The boy who brought the headless copperhead snake that he shot that afternoon in his backyard was cool.
3) The scavenger hunt that took place in the hundred year old cemetery was cool.
4) Having Nurf gun fights in the dark with glow sticks was cool.
5) The endless supply of doughnuts for breakfast was cool.
I am going to attribute his lack of real descriptors to his lack of sleep, but I have one more thing that I would like to add. Finding damp church clothes in the overnight bag this morning, was NOT cool.
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