12 Steps to Hosting a Sleepover Without Jumping Out the Window
I was obsessed with having sleepovers when I was a kid. My first sleepover was when I was seven years old and I remember finding it so odd that my friend didn’t wear underwear to sleep. I wonder whatever happened to that girl. Perhaps I’ll check Facebook later…
Hilarious! Now that I am a mother I can appreciate the deep love and urgent need to protect my babies that *could* be construed as overbearing by some (namely, them)… My 7 year old has already perfected her “omg my mom is so annoying/nuts” eye roll. Good stuff Bianca
Yes. This was my mother also. A mugging in NYC meant a phone call that I should stay inside. No matter there are 8 million people in the city.
But my mail at school from her was zip loc bags with pre-measured laundry detergent for fear I would mis-soap my underwear.