I was in the eighth grade when my cousin Bev, Alma and Bern had a slumber party in their family's camping trailer that was parked in their garage. We had tons of food, teen magazines and music. We were cool, by ourselves, staying up all night in our in a home away from home slumber party. I was lovin' every minute of it until Bev started telling "ghost stoires"! How could she! She knew I was afraid of the dark and a child with an over active imagination…
This last weekend I hosted a Slumber Party at my brother's Zane's house. Seven of my nieces and nephews came over. We went to the grocery store with a list that Molly had made, it included hyper kid food such as: Pizza, Root Beer, Candy, Chips, Ice Cream, Chocolate Syrup (I could have drank that all by myself!), Whip Cream, Sprinkles, and Cherries. After making the pizza and inhaling the ice cream sundaes… We played bouncing off the walls and running around outside.
We had a blast until we had to go to bed…
Warren (5) asked me, "Do you believe in Monsters Aunt Coco?" The others looked up at me nervously, in which my unexpected answer did not render calm nerves on those little Chicken Poops!
I said, "Yes I do! But I locked the doors, and checked under the beds, don't worry."
One should not announce to a bunch of children that in fact you do believe in Monsters before going to bed. Nor should you should say that you believe in ghosts.
We said a prayer and I thought that settled the fear thing.
Wrong.
We (I should say I) pulled the mattresses from the children's rooms into the main bedroom. Wall to wall mattresses… Then the tricky part came, who would sleep where…
I only have two sides, on my left: Kate (6) The Hug Tight slept,
On my right Warren (5) the Snorer slept,
At my feet: The rest who whispered until three, hung out under the covers, often passing gas and cracking up with laughter over butter cups (and if you don't know the meaning of that slang expression I can only say one thing… I wish I didn't either.)
And yes I would do it again.
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