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What Boys are Made Of....

Based on last night's birthday sleepover of three 10-year olds and an 11-year-old boy, in the last 24 hours, they are made of:

2 large cheese pizzas, two 2-liters of soda, an 8-pack of Sunny D, another 8-pack of chocolate milk, 1/2-gallon of white milk, 1/2 of a 1/4-sheet cake, 4 boxes of Cracker Jacks, 8 packages of assorted Grips snacks, 4 packages of cheese/peanut butter crackers, 20 chocolate chip pancakes, 8 waffles with syrup, 1 can of chicken noodle soup, four packages of Easy Mac and whatever else that got eaten too quickly for me to inventory. In addition, all these ingredients can survive on 2 hours of sleep, 10 hours of XBOX along with four rounds of 'army' and a game of 'touchdown' for fuel.

Lucky for me, one little sister begged to take Little Chic home for the night, so I didn't have a whiney-pot complaining about 'nobody to play with'. As they say, 'A good time was had by all'.

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Anonymous said…
OH MY! Sounds like normal growing 10 year olds. Camron's 10 year is in 2 weeks and he is BEGGING to have friends over night....don't know what to do!
~Sue
5/20/2006 8:00 PM
Anonymous said…
That sounds like an all genuine 'BOY' retreat with 'ALL' the fixins'. YUM!!! Glad everybody had a great time.

- Debbie Stewart
5/20/2006 9:04 PM
Marissa Kay said…
I had the sister! I think we had fun! Friendly's, soccer game, we took a drive on the boat in Watkins Glen, saw the fall in Montour, saw the racetrack at The Glen..I thought it was a nice weekend!Watch my blog, I may get a picture of our adventures posted.

As far as the 11 year-old, that would be my boy...he had a nice time. Thanks for having him!
5/21/2006 10:28 PM
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