Dear Pete:
This is a letter to warn you what's coming. In 4 years you will have to endure what I endured Friday night and Saturday morning. As your friend I hope that this fair warning will give you time to prepare for the torture that will accompany this event. Start now to get lots of sleep--you're going to need it.
You see, in 4 or so years,
Pete's boy,
Jett will be 10-11, like my son Daniel. Daniel came to us with the idea of a sleep over for, oh say, 9-10 of his 11 year old friends. The place: our church's Family Life Center, where they could play endless rounds of
War Ball, Softball,
Murder and other games.
The night was to be a full scale FRIENDS of Daniel-complete with a Shirts/skins football games,
Rip Sticks and all the Root Beer that you could drink. You can see where I'm going with this.
And I was the lucky one to stay overnight with this angelic tribe. They really were pretty good--no major fights and they went down pretty fast with OVER THE HEDGE on the large screen projector. Pretty cool.
Somewhere around 3:45 AM my dear friend,
Pete, this old body had enough of the silliness and put them all down to sleep. You see, when they get still they go to sleep really fast.
Pete, I feel for you. You have three boys--I only have one. One is enough at 11. I only hope that when they reach this mark, you'll look back at this information and see that Jim said "I'm warning you!" It's coming.
Your Friend,
Jim
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