A Sleepover

My brother Nick is so lucky. Last night, we went to my Godson's 6th birthday party. Nick, the lucky guy that he is, was asked to sleep over by the birthday boy. And really, how do you say no to the birthday boy? Especially when the birthday boy will probably slap you in the face if the n-word dare come out of your mouth. So, almost needless-to-say, Nick slept over.

Nick, a pretty easy going guy, was a little nervous about the sleep over. For the last time Nick slept over it didn't go so well. It was about a year ago. So, what could go so terribly wrong when sleeping over with a five-year old? Can't think of much. Since he has a queen sized bed, there was room for Nick and the little guy. The little guy just happened to wet the bed. He wet the bed with a stream strong enough to soak through the sheets to Nick's side of the bed.

I have to believe that when you are no where near the point of having children, as my brother just happens to be, makes this 900 times worse than it already is. With that, I completely understood Nick's fear going into this sleep over. 

Nick made it home today unscathed. Sleepless, but unscathed. He laid awake all night keeping an eye on the little guy, making sure there were no signs of possible bed wetting. Maybe he managed to make it through the night because he was comatose from all of the partying and undercover spying.

Too bad Jeff missed all of the fun! I'm sure he would have been invited to sleep over too.