When Mason turned EIGHT he requested to have a sleep over. **sigh** So, I cautiously invited over two of his best buds for the night. (In hind sight... I may have included just one more.... evens are always easier than odds. Just saying.) We did the "camp" thing. We built a fire. Roasted dogs. (FYI: Brauts do not "cook up" /"roast" well over a campfire. Thankfully we had wieners for the wee lads.) Burnt some mellows. AVOIDED THE CAMERA AT ALL COSTS. Opened up presents. Watched movies. Ate popcorn.
Slept in our very own pop-up A-frame tents. Wait. No. There was no sleeping going on. As a matter of fact... I had to sit on the couch in complete darkness... hushing their each and every sound... hoping that by 3:00 am they would finally be asleep. Oh well. They had fun. More importantly... Mason had fun. Lucky me... birthdays only come around once a year!
When Mason turned EIGHT he requested to have a sleep over. **sigh** So, I cautiously invited over two of his best buds for the night. (In hind sight... I may have included just one more.... evens are always easier than odds. Just saying.) We did the "camp" thing. We built a fire. Roasted dogs. (FYI: Brauts do not "cook up" /"roast" well over a campfire. Thankfully we had wieners for the wee lads.) Burnt some mellows. AVOIDED THE CAMERA AT ALL COSTS. Opened up presents. Watched movies. Ate popcorn. 
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