So we broke into the world of sleep-overs last weekend when we had the two neighbor girls come for an overnight. There was a lot of giggling and eating of entire bags of chips, a lot of movies and X-Box, and a lot of Kevin being taken down by little school girls and ridden like a broken horse all over the house. It was enough to almost make me call PETA.
Naturally, there was not much sleeping. The kids went to bed at around 9 but the party was still going strong at 10:30. Rocco kept waking up, screaming. Kevin was snoring the out-to-the-world snore of a broken horse. And I was laying in bed wondering what in my life went so wrong as to land me in this exact moment, when out of nowhere I felt this nagging, primordial instinct…this basal survival skill…this faint whisper from my childhood reaching out to me across the years…
I opened the door to the kids’ room.
“Hey guys,” I said, acting purely on instinct now. “Have you ever had a sleeping contest before?”
I didn’t hear another peep out of them the rest of the night.
Not until 6AM, that is, when they woke up ready for their prizes. We’ve still got a few kinks to work out in this whole survival-of-the-fittest thing.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE: