Axel went to his very first sleepover this weekend. It was actually his idea to do it, and he had been looking forward to it for weeks. I wasn't sure if he was ready (I kept my phone by the bedside just in case there needed to be an emergency pick up), but boy was I wrong. The next morning he seemed annoyed that we showed up to get him. He didn't want to leave and requested to do it again immediately, but "next time you should take longer". I don't know if I should be proud or offended . .
Leaving our house with a backpack and a bucket of toys