First Sleepover

What happens when an 8 year old boy gets invited to his very first sleepover birthday party? Let me recap for you. Telling the boy he is invited to an overnight birthday party=shouts of joy accompanied by dancing around the kitchen and hugs. Packing the boy up for the experience=bossy pants behavior about what he does and does not need. ( ie: Needs at least 3 stuffed animals. Does not need clothes for the next day. Needs a sleeping bag and pillow and electronic Pokedex. Does not need toothbrush or list of phone numbers in case something goes wrong. ) Getting dropped off at party=goodbye equivalent of: "See ya' later, sucker." Phone call saying "goodnight" and "how are you" during party="Why are you calling me, Mom"! Obviously, this was a much bigger milestone to me than him. He had a wonderful time. What kid wouldn't with eight school friends, a trampoline, a tent, a campfire, a pinata, tofu burgers, s'mores, a water fight, tie-dying bandanas, and a gift bag at the end.