Rufus went to a slumber party last weekend. He has been on sleepovers before, but I think this may have been the first actual slumber party. The birthday boy was a year older, turning 9, but he and his younger brother like Rufus and Boudreaux, so both were invited.
The swar-aay was a camp out in the backyard of some folks who have a house near the road and a big pasture out back. I think there were about 7 boys there, along with a grandmother, teenage brother, and the two parents.
When I arrived Sunday morning to pick them up, the Mom ran up and pulled me over to the side:
Worried Mom: "I hope you won't think we're bad parents or anything. We had no idea it was going on."
Fatty: "Huh?"
WM: "Well, they were playing in the tent. The adults were on the porch, just 20 feet away, but thought they were just talking."
F: "Okay?"
WM: "But apparently they were playing Truth or Dare, and your younger one chose dare."
F: "How do you know?"
WM:..."Well, because the adults were just on the porch chatting and we looked up and Rufus was running across the cow pasture..."
F: "Yeah?"
WM: "...stark naked except for his boots..."
F: "Huh?"
WM: "...and he was screaming, 'I FEEL THE FREEDOM!'"
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THAT'S MY BOY!!!!! For his birthday in Oct. I am making him a personalized beer bong!
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