Sleepovers

It's the middle of spring break for the public schools.
Holy Wednesday. As this break doesn't coincide with my work's spring break, we like many school parents are seeking childcare barters and playdates (I didn't use that word) to break up the break.
So we arranged for Nate to spend the night
at his friend R's house.

Sleepovers are still a rarity for our second
grade boy. R's household is a typical Pittsburgh family
household, in some ways: TV always on, much electronic
entertainment, and cigarette smoke in the air. We're OK
with Nate, but thought Solange to be too young for such
a carousing night.

Naturally, Solange required compensatory
fun, so her friend Z was invited here for a sleepover.
Z is five years old and the youngest of three sisters.
Tonight would represent her first ever night away from
her sisters. Earlier today, her mom confirmed that Z wanted to go through with it, and delivered her to our house at 5:30p.
Shortly after, we all got in the car (girls in the back,
Nate got to sit in the front seat because my car is too
old for a passenger airbag), and dropped off Nate at R's,
then swung over to Adrian's to pick up a great pizza that
L hates. (L is my wife and she works on Wednesday nights).
The girls ate pizza, carrot sticks and root beer while watching
Alladin this in accordance with a list for the evening. I was upstairs writing emails or something aside from the paper I have due at the end of the month. Blogging now is more non-writing of the paper, of course.

Licia got home.  The girls went to bed.  I went to bed.  Solange then comes into our room.  "What are you doing here, Miss?" "Z is scared.  She wants to go home."  So we call Z's parents, and I take her home.  Now it's midnight, and the day is done.