The Sleepover

Last night, my daughter had two friends sleepover. I knew something must be up a couple of days ago, because she, on her own, went out to the garage and totally detailed the inside of my van. She vaccuumed, cleaned the windows, took leather wipes to the dash and stearing wheel, organized my console, alphabetized the CD visor holder, and cleaned out from under the seats. I thanked her and asked what she wanted! (I knew she was buttering me up for something). "Can I have a new cell phone?" "No." "Please", "No". "Ok, can I have two friends sleep over Saturday night?" "I'll talk to your Dad" One of these friends spent most of the weekend with us last weekend. Sometimes I feel like we adopted new children and we finally get to meet them on the weekends. These are nice girls from nice families, so we gave in. One thing I've found out too, at this age, boys from their class always figure out where these girls are. We had two of them stalking our house most of the evening, trying to lure the girls out. My son kept spotting them and running out with his super soaker to warn them off. He may be a little guy now, but he is going to come in handy once he hits that growth spurt and grows to the 6 foot plus all men on my husbands side of the family reaches. The boys managed to make it in the house a couple of times, and one of them has it "bad" for my daughter. I told him not to even think about it until he gets a haircut and buys pants that fit and aren't three sizes too big and sit under his waist with his boxers showing. He said he'd talk to his parents. Here's the lyrics to my favorite song right now: "Come on in boy, sit on down, and tell me bout youself, so you like my daughter do you now, yea we think she's something else. She's her daddy's girl her mama's world, she deserves respect, that's what she'll get, now ain't it son. Y'all go out and have some fun. I'll probably be up all night just cleaning this gun!"