June 19Let's just get this out of the way:
Happy Father's Day to my Skippy.
You are a great Father, the love of my life, yadda yadda yadda. Next year I promise we will try not to schedule Banana's birthday sleepover for what is supposed to be your special day - because nothing says "You're a stellar male parent" like five little girls and one four year old boy clamoring for more s'mores, orange soda, and a bucket of water for "real" pedicures.
What on earth were we thinking?
Nine days ago my Banana girl turned 9. And I had to work. Then Skippy was out of town. Then I had to work some more. Then we started to feel like the whole idea of a birthday sleepover was going to be seriously overdue and half-silly if we didn't get to it soon....so we did it on Father's Day.
With my two, we had five little girls.
They were loud.
They had grilled chicken for dinner at Banana's request (so Dad DID get to grill on his Father's Day!)
They screeched a lot.
They had s'mores.
And popcorn.
And soda.
And watched Gnomeo and Juliet on Pay Per View.
They had a blast.
I had Advil for an after-dinner snack.
They stayed up until 1 a.m.
In the morning we had pancakes.
I had Tylenol.
The end.
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