This afternoon, I went to pick up my best friend's son for a spend-the-night. His big sister is having a slumber party for her birthday. His dad was bugging out but he wanted to spend the night with Z-boy rather than go to the "buggy place". I picked him up amid shrieks and giggles coming from the playroom and didn't envy my friend a daughter in the least.
Of course, boys make noises of their own. "Make a run for it! The core-ship is coming down!" just came out of my son's room. They're playing some kind of StarWars Clone Wars make-believe game. It's almost 10:30 at night. Z is 7, W is 5. I am about dead.