I'm not concerned about him being away from home - between the camper, tenting, and varying cabins in Maine he's an old pro at waking up in a different bedrooom. I'm quite certain that the family he's staying with is top-notch - this is my buddy Dave (mentioned in my Labor Day post). Dave's even got the ultimate in persuaders for good behavior - be good or go home...
Son G. has been itching for a sleepover for a while now; his friends have all been regaling him with stories of how cool it is, how much fun they have sleeping over someone else's house or entertaining a friend for the evening. I could hardly say "no", especially where everything fell into place this weekend, between Mrs. G. working the overnight - having one less child in the house drastically cuts the yelling! - and me taking Monday off (big shootin' event tomorrow + lots of guns to clean + many sick/personal days left to use before the end of November = Day Off For Gun Cleaning!).
So why am I conflicted? Well, he's sleeping over a girl's house...
I thought it would be at least another 8-10 years before he slept over a girl's house; and I certainly didn't expect to hear about it from him - or the girl's father... (Interesting side note: Dave referenced the "I'll be here, cleaning this gun" song. Wild to be on the other side of the table there...).
He sees her as a "cousin" - Dave's a close enough friend that they call him "uncle", so naturally his daughter would be my son's "cousin". They're friends in school as well - in fact, their desks are together.
In a way, it's kinda cute that he's young and innocent enough that he sees nothing wrong with having a sleepover at a girl's house. I'm sure I (and Dave) will feel differently in, oh, 7 or 8 years...
That is all.
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i've heard that if you have a boy you only have to worry about 1 boy, but if you have a girl you have to worry about ALL the boys
:)
Big shooting event you say?
One of my best friends when I was your son's age was a girl. The funniest story about it is from her birthday party at at maybe 9 or 10. For her birthday that year, her parents rented a limo and we rode around in it for a few hours.
I was the only boy among the party guests. My grandmother made some comment, which I understood at the time, but no longer remember, about the situation. My mom replied 'it's not an orgy', which I didn't get until years later.
It will be interesting if you have the "Cleaning this gun" talk with your boy. Get him thinking crossfire ....
;-)
So bringing up the Elvis song "Kissing Cousins" probably wouldn't ease your mind, now would it? *evil grin*
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