Mack to Bam: “If you decide to get a girlfriend one day, alway buy her food. Even if she says she doesn’t want any, she really does. Just buy her food all the time.”
Bam’s having a sleep over, and I told the boys they could chat as they are falling asleep and should think of a topic.
Bam: “Hey guys! What’s your favorite war crime?”
15 hours and 43 mins in (aka: the next morning): no sound from the basement, but one of the boys is out cold on the upstairs couch. I can only imagine the chaos. Takes to come. #Bamturns10
9 hours, 54 mins (aka: 2 am ish): one sweet kiddo needs to go home. I drive him home and come back to the rest of the gremlins who found food after midnight. Send help. #Bamturns10
7 hours, 20 mins in: all kids accounted for, most electronics confiscated, and a few air mattresses inflated. As I leave the gaggle in the basement I hear… “This is the kinda stuff you call Chris Hansen for…” #Bamturns10
4 hours. 33 mins in: it’s been reported a group of 8th graders are terrorizing the neighborhood. And this is the excitement you can only hope fun during any good sleepover. #Bamturns10
Three hours, six mins in: all of the boys have taken their shirts off. Whyyy??? They’re all just randomly topless. Is this a tween ritual? Or are they all just following each other? #Bamturns10
2 hours, 34 mins in:
Kid: “Brah, I mean Bam’s Mom… can you text my mom and ask if she’ll send me some Robox?”
Me: “Nope. I signed a legal decree that I will not ask other parents to send Robox. Sorry.”
Kid: “Uhhh… okay.”
#Bamturns10
1 hour 45 mins in: pizza has been delivered and ignored for laser tag, light up soccer game, and electric scooters. I’m concerned for the future hangry state. #Bamturns10