I Told You

It was an up and down night We could hear them running up and down The stairs outside our bedroom door Why do they call it a slumber party? My husband groused. None of them are slumbering. Some might have been. It was hard to tell. There were thirteen in all. Eight and nine-year-olds, giggling and stomping. Giggle. Stomp. Stomp. Giggle. I heard a long huffing sigh. Then he rolled over. Two seconds later our bedroom door opened. Putting light in our eyes. “I told you there was a clock in here!” a little voice said. I glanced at the clock they had been looking at. It said 3:59 a.m. I could not stop laughing. Neither could my husband.