I am describing the horrible details of a pre-pubescent female slumber.
I lived through it!
I have always said "no" over the years whenever my daugher asked if she could
have a slumber party. But it was her 11th Birthday.
And those Bambi Eyes...pleading with me, begging me..."Ohhhhhhhhh
Call me sentimental.
Call me a good mother.
Call me stupid.
I caved. I said "yes". 10 small women showed up. Yes they were small, but it doesn't mean they didn't have personality. They were drenched in personality. And they were loud. And each had distinguishing traits. And all played the weirdest games.... I watched in horror as they played:
"I am the Sandman, I will be operating on you today. First I will cut off your legs and fill them with sand"(run fingers lightly over the victim's legs, then press on them)
"Then I will cut off your arms and fill them with sand"(run fingers lightly over the victim's arms and then press on them)
"Then I will cut out your stomach and fill it with sand and cement"(runs fingers lightly over victim's stomach and presses on it)
"Then I will cut out your face and fill it with sand, cement and bricks"(runs fingers lightly over face and presses on it)
After this ritualistic chant, the victim is then asked to get up, whereupon she says she can't. They all laugh.
A couple more games similar to this one were played entitled:
Ten girls. Screaming, running, dancing, displaying and comporting themselves borderline between still being children and giggling that some boy is in love with them and hysterical giggling when one of them points to a water balloon with a tail and screams that it's a BOY, causing them all to shriek. Oh, brother... What new and exciting adventures await all these budding pre-women in only a few years (or from what I observed, in the case of a couple of these, only a few months!).
Jim, eat your heart out! [Who, me? JhM]
Of course, the end of the evening brought them sprawled on the floor of the living room in their nighties and sleeping bags, watching "MERLIN" with all the lights out, and whispering spooky stories, playing pranks on the ones that had already fallen asleep. Ahhhh.... I remember those pranks in my youth. We used to put shaving foam on the open palm of the unsuspecting sleeper and tickle their nose. Or place their fingers in a bowl of really warm water, watching carefully to see if they would pee on themselves as they slept... Yes... the good 'ol days.
Well, in the end I didn't murder the little pre-menstrual darlings even though there were a couple of bitchy moments there that I had to quelch. All in all, a very good time was had by all. Well, most. One of them kept walking around the house, holding her neck, making strange noises, saying she felt sick, and had asthma, and her stomach hurt, and she had a sore throat, and could she go swimming?
Quite an experience I must say. I am not a party "pooper" by any stretch. But if I hear "YMCA" one more time, my PSYCHO knife is coming out of the drawer ......
REE!!! REE!!! REE!!! REE!!!