Slumber Party At Our House

Loud explosive laughter. Giggle. Giggle. I roll my eyes, remembering my own sleepover days. Seven girls, nine and ten, anything can happen. My husband ask what they are laughing about. It is difficult to explain. It could be anything and everything. Slap. Bawl. Don’t make me come up there, I holler. Lots of giggles again. My husband rolls his eyes. He has never had this kind of drama, being an only child. And a boy with only boy cousins. Three a.m. BAM! Our bedroom door is pushed open. I rise up a bit two hear and see the outline of two giggling girls. See? I told you there was a clock in here! One says. Luckily my husband never woke up. I roll my eyes and go back to sleep.