Little e is having her first sleepover tonight, staying at her cousin's place. It feels like a bit of a big deal, you know, one of lifes' little sign posts.
I hope she goes okay and doesn't wake everyone up in the middle of the night (as she's prone to do at home).
My childhood memories of early sleepovers are mostly happy, if occasionally traumatic. Have I ever told you about the time I stayed at my friend Myles' house? That is an epic story right there. It involves dreaming that I was going to the toilet on the toilet. Whereas in reality the 'toilet' was less an actual toilet and more the middle of the floor in Myles' room...
Tell me if you haven't heard this one, because it's a story worthy of a proper post.