I had a nice visit with my friend Kim yesterday. We haven’t seen each other as regularly as we used to, because our paths in life are beginning to diverge. Yesterday this was illustrated most painfully for Katherine. Kim’s daughter, MacKenzie (7 years), is having a slumber party tomorrow, and Katherine was invited. However, Kim wanted to let me know that Katherine would be the only home-schooled child there, and all of the other girls tended to talk about boys….a lot.
I figured the slumber party would go a lot like this: They would talk about which boys they like, watch a movie, boys they want to kiss, eat pizza, boys they’d like as boyfriends, put on makeup, which stars they have crushes on, dress up, etcetera. I wasn’t to enthused about this, but I didn’t give an answer. I wanted to talk to Katherine first. I told Katherine my concerns, and she agreed that the slumber party was not a good situation. She was fine with not going until she found out that Sarah had been invited to a party on Saturday that she wasn’t invited to. Missing two parties was more than she could handle. She cried and tried to find a way to make the slumber party more palatable. I reminded her that even she thought she’d be uncomfortable with all the boy-talk. In the end I agreed that we’d arrange a slumber party for her since this one wasn’t our cup of tea. Boy, if eight is this bad….what will 13 be like?
