Operation Sleep Over Over

I am blessed to have a son who is shall we say in his own words "eccentric."

He has marched to the beat of his own drum since the day he got here, and I must say, it's a tune we can all dance to.

He was raised by his sister and I, and if you ask anyone who's met us they'll tell you our beat is a little off as well.

Wendy was fifteen almost sixteen when Wy was born and I was soon after single.

My Father had progressed stage cancer and I found myself back to work long days and caring for my dad full time, so a lot of the responsibility of Wyatt in his younger years was laid at Wendy's feet.

Wendy and all her teenage friends.

All girls.

Wyatt was brought up in an all girl world until just a few years ago.

Wyatt loves the ladies.

Wyatt's Dad is Jack.

Jack Ass for short.

We will go in to Jack another time, but a quick run down is this.

He is the biggest drunken illiterate red-neck you'd never want to lay eyes on.

No brains no tolerance.

Together we created Wyatt.

Wyatt is sensitive, creative, artistic, in touch, out of sight and just plain cool.

His Dad does not relate.

You can imagine how it went over when Wyatt at the age of three insisted on having a baby doll.

We took him to Target and not only did he choose his own baby, but he chose a black baby.

Baby NaiNai.

Wyatt loved baby NaiNai.

We loved Baby NaiNai.

His Dad. Not so much.

His dad. Lost his mind.

His Dad. Sent him home.

Would. Not. Let. Him. Stay. The. Night.

Ok, there's some Wy history which leads me to todays story.

Wyatt's best friend in the whole entire wide world is Shannon.

Best friends.

Ever.

They are in the same class, they talk on the phone every day, they are best friends.

Forever.

Wyatt had a sleep over last night and invited Shannon, her older sister who has to go everywhere Shannon goes, and Leighanne.

Shannon's Mom would not let Shannon and her sister stay the night.

They could spend the day, but not the night.

Leighanne could stay, but Shannon and Catherine could not.

The kids had a great time all day swimming, watching movies and playing outside.

We had pizza and popcorn for dinner.

I thought Wyatt and Shannon were going to cry when it was time to take her home.

Then there's this.

Leighanne was adopted by her Grandparents who are of appropriate Grandparent age.

When Leighannes Pappa said to her Memaw, "She's go'in to spend the night with a boy?"

Her Mem said, "Pa, it's 2008!"

Ya, duh.

It's 2008.

Even a Grandma gets it.

What do you think?

Am I weird to think it's ok?

Is Mem wrong to tell Pa it's ok?

Would you let your nine year old have a co-ed supervised sleep over?