It all started simply enough...
Precious one: "Mom, can I have a surprise party for Bree?"
Mom: "Ummmm, when?"
PO: "This Friday"
Insert note here that our house has major CHAOS syndrome right now...so having a party is a huge undertaking...
Mom: "Uh, let's see...I'm not home...so it's up to your Dad"
PO: "When do you think Dad will be in a good mood so I can ask him..."
Mom: "Probably never if the republicans stay in office...oh wait...I digress, probably now is as good a time as ever."
PO runs upstairs...silence...runs downstairs
PO: "Dad said yes!"
Mom: "Reeeeeeeeaaly?, whatya got planned?"
PO: "Cake, icecream and presents at our house and then a movie."
Mom: "How many?"
Mom: "What? Does Dad know that?"
This was...I think on Monday night...yes, Monday night. We then proceeded to make 10 invitations. Check...my part was done.
Fast forward to last night...
PO: "I'm having a slumber party"
Mom: "What, when?"
PO: "Friday...Dad said it was ok"
Mom: (Clearly questioning Dad's sanity) "Reeeeeaally..."
PO: "Yup! Dad thought when I asked him the first time I asked for a slumber party so I might as well have one."
Mom: "Good for Dad...I think?"
Later...Dad says...did you year we're having a slumber party?
Mom says...yes have you lost your mind?
Dad said...I'm not sure how I got myself into this...
Mom said...right on.
Remember my last rant on how I can't wait for school to be over? Let me just interject here how grateful I am to be at school on Friday...Good luck to you super dad! (I sure hope Grandma's available for reinforcements)