It was really my dad's fault, because when I was a little girl and asked to spend the night at a friend's, he would say, "I didn't have my kids just so they could spend all their time at other people's houses."
Our first child was rather shy so the issue didn't come up, but our second child was more of a social butterfly. She was asked to spend the night at a little girl's house who lived a couple streets down the road. I knew all the little girls at the party because they all had sisters about the age of our first child; and more importantly, the grandpa of the little girl was our county sheriff. I figured it was safe, so I dropped Janae off at the party.
An hour or so later, I received a call from the little girl's mother.
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She told me later she felt homesick, and the only thing she could think to give for a reason to go home was the need to try out new shampoo.
Well played, Janae, well played.
This post was written in response to Writer's Workshop prompt 1.) Write about a sleepover that did not go as planned. This is one of my favorite Janae stories, and I was secretly pleased she wanted to come home. I know, I have issues.
Did your kids ever call you to pick them up from a sleepover? Tell us all about it in the comments, or you could link up and share at Kat's blog, "Mama's losin' it."