My son had a birthday earlier in the month, and after his party, he had a sleepover last weekend with six of his friends. They played video games, watched movies, ate junk food, pranked me all night... whatever little boys get up to at sleepovers. The next morning after breakfast I had seven wild children running around my apartment like mad people until about 3 in the afternoon when the last kid went home.
DJ told me this morning he wants to do that every weekend.
It's been three days and I'm still exhausted.
[Chloe]I forgot to tell you I signed up for fight night. Will you be able to make it to watch me get my ass kicked?