Slumber Parties

We totally surprised 'Cinderella' by showing up unexpectedly on her doorstep when she got home from school. Clearly she had no idea!

We never really did the 'sleepover'  thing when I was a kid. At least I didn't, but I was the oldest, so maybe my sisters got out more.

I don't think I missed much.

I remember the first time I slept at somebody else's house. (I'm not telling who it was. I'll bet Al and my sisters can figure it out. It was a non-Italian family, who did not share our standards. Get it yet?) 

It's probably what cured me of sleepovers- and to this day I am leery of even hotel rooms.

(Ever see the tv shows where they take a luma-light into a hotel room? ack.)

I like my own pillows. 

My detergent. 

Bleach. 

I don't like bugs. 

Dust.

 Dirt. 

Sharing bathrooms with strangers.

Especially my friends' older brothers. Who may or may not have not have been weird.

But other kids seem to enjoy the whole thing.

Like these ones:

Cinderella had about 10 girls sleep over for her birthday party. We had pizza- 

boogers and anchovies, mushrooms and slugs, cat turd and tomato...The Big Guy really knows how to entertain twelve year olds.

And then we corralled all these kids into vehicles, and took them to the movies to see Paul Blart, Mall Cop. (RIOT!)

Wanna see how to waste 10 dollars in one easy step?

Take this kid to the movies after 7pm:

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree...

This kid was happy to have him around:

And the girls got in some quality time. Like until about 1:30am.

That's Cinderella, Legs, and Thing One.

And This Guy got some quality Uncle-time:

plotting and scheming with The Dangerous Book For Boys

This Thing was in heaven!