Lynda Loveland: Packing her bags

My youngest, four-year-old Carys, topped her siblings last weekend. She was the first among my kids to go on a sleepover.

Carys has been begging for a sleepover, but we’ve just been busy. Finally, one of her friends down the street invited her over last Saturday night. Carys was on cloud nine! She came running back home with her friend, informing me I had to call the other mom to tell her it’s OK.

There’s no way you could have put a bigger smile on her face. Of course, once the other kids found out about Carys’ big adventure, they had a fit. Too bad, so sad.

By the time I turned around from breaking the news to my older offspring, Carys was at the front door, bags packed!

I said, “Honey, are you going to be OK staying away all night?” She said, “Mom, I’ll be back tomorrow morning!” And she said it in that sorta "duh, mom" sounding voice.

And sure enough, she was just fine. In fact, she didn’t come home till 10:30 the next morning!

The mom hosting this sleepover said her other two kids also had someone over. I thought, holy cow, all those kids!!

She said it’s actually easier when they all have someone at once. They all play together and stay out of your hair, for the most part.

Do you agree?