Slumber parties are for suckers

Time just keeps moving forward. That baby boy that loved sorting and lining up his Matchbox cars, within a blink of an eye, requested a slumber party for his 8th birthday. So Friday night his four best friends came over for a Mario Scavenger hunt, Mario cake,

and Luigi's pizza.

I have never, in all my life, heard such wild, insane noise coming from just five people. It was a cacophony of yells, cackles, and sound effects of the boy variety. You know, guns, swords, explosions. And I kept waiting (in vain) for the intensity to wane. It went on for hours.

Jeremy told them a bedtime story about five friends who each had their very own super power. They begged for one last story, but he left them wanting more. (In hindsight, maybe he should have given in.) They snuggled in around 11, so we did too. Jeremy went back upstairs at 12:30 and they were all up, all wired. It was time for B.E.D.

Then at 4:11 A.M. I was roused awake. Guess what I found in the living room? 4 boys. 2 had light sabers, 2 had Nerf guns. (1 smart boy was sleeping.) They were having a battle. In my living room. In the dark. At 4 in the MORNING. In my best groggy mom voice I said, "What is going on??????" with footsteps pattering upstairs their only response. Nice. Really.

What do you have for breakfast at a Mario sleepover? Mushroom muffins, of course. Use your imagination. I'm not Bakerella.

Happy Birthday, Thomas.