Last night C-man had a sleepover with 3 other 8 year old boys to celebrate his impending birthday. Sleepover. What might just be one of the world's biggest oxymorons - right up there next to jumbo shrimp, airplane food, and black Russian.
But we ate delicious burgers downtown (What were we thinking going downtown on a St. Patrick's Day Saturday night?!?!), ate ice cream cake, played XBox, assembled Legos, watched movies, and talked until midnight. Overall, a raving success.
I still can't believe I'm going to have an 8 year old.
1 comment:
Don't forget military intelligence.
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