Sleepovers.

Do you remember having sleepovers as a kid? I do. Late night movies and talking until you can’t remember what your middle name is was standard operating procedure when I was young.

I had two sleepover friends that would trade weekends to act as “brothers”. John Geoffroy and Jason Brown. I loved them both dearly as friends and I wish they were still a part of my life. John was the cool kid with the cool hair and Jason was the really smart, but equally cool dude who never dated until he left high school for no other reason than he wasn’t ready.

My youngest has been having sleepovers this year with more frequency. Which is totally cool, since I love being able to give him a piece of what childhood is all about. The funny thing about having a friend over, however, is that they always camp out in the living room. It becomes a lions den of sorts. It’s actually a very entertaining place to a pre-teen; video games, a large-screen and a surround sound system (not to mention quick access to the fridge) are all completely kick-ass amenities.

But the best part about one of his sleepovers is the pancake breakfast. Whether I make it here or we head out (if, in fact, the kids wake up at some ridiculous hour), the breakfast is a huge part of the sleepover experience.

And you know what? Screw the diet. Screw the carb count.

More sleepovers.