Bobo has a new bestie at preschool.
It thrills me to no end, because she’s naturally a bit shy, and has had a harder time making friends than I would have thought. Plus, I really like this kid she’s friends with. And his mom.
But it took me off guard a bit when she informed me the other night that she and said BFF were talking, and they unanimously decided to have a sleepover.
This sends me into a tailspin of questions. Really? A sleepover? At four years old? How did she even learn that word? Whose house would it be at, anyways? Are other kids having slumber parties at this age?
I’m thinking she’s too young. As am I. I’m already fighting a losing battle with my first few stray white hairs. Surely, a sleepover would coax countless more into sprouting forth.
I’ve seen how the two play off of each other at school. It’s like watching two little pinballs bounce off of each other in a machine. My house is not big enough, or padded enough, to contain that madness. Especially any time remotely close to bedtime. And it’s work enough wrangling one four year-old into jammies and bed. Coercing two little pinballs (one of which is not even my own) to brush their teeth and settle down for bed sounds like something for which I lack the patience.
And did I mention the BFF is a boy?
Not that it should be a big deal. I mean, they’re four, for pete’s sake. But for some neurotic reason, I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with a co-ed sleepover at any age. Silly, I know.
The whole thing has me stumped, and frankly a little more flustered than I probably should be. I’m kind of hoping she doesn’t bring it up again.
So I counter-offered, “Why don’t we just start with a playdate?” Yeah. That I can handle.
Plus, did I mention the fact that I like the mom?