Given Kieran’s “friend” situation in his new school, when he was invited to his first sleepover by a friend (twins actually) at his new school, we were very excited.
So was he.
We prepped him for what might happen at a sleepover.
We shared that he could call us if he needed to come home.
When 10 p.m. rolled around, we thought we were in the clear: great first sleepover experience in the books.
At 10:15, the boys’ mom called. Kieran wanted to come home.
When we were tucking him into his own bed for the night, I asked, “What happened?”
“They didn’t want to sleep. I kept moving my sleeping bag to different places in the house, to get away from the noise. They kept moving to where I was. Mom, if it’s a sleepover, when doesn’t anyone want to sleep there? Can I just sleep now, Mom?”
“You got it, buddy. Good night.”
He’s never attended another sleepover again.
