When I was younger and would go out to Jewish singles' functions, my friends and family would later ask me, "So, did you have a good time?"
Oftentimes my answer was "I had a time."
My son was invited to a sleepover for a friend's birthday. Several boys were invited to help celebrate the boy turning 11. The "event" was supposed to be from 7 p.m. till 10 a.m.
Only problem: It wasn't a sleepover. It was simply an "over."
When I went to pick up my son at 10 a.m., with my other two children in the car, with my great plans to spend a free day (PD Day) off school (and I off work), he very happily told me, "We didn't sleep."
"WHAT!?? What kind of sleepover is that?" I asked aloud.
"We watched a movie, we played Game Cube, we watched another movie, we played more video games..."
"Didn't the parents tell you guys to go to sleep?"
"The father told us that if we were quiet, we could stay up."
Well, I guess the boys were quiet enough -- they stayed up.
So I just want you all to know: I now am the mother of 2 children and a zombie.