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My friend’s kid (Tru’s new best friend) had a sleepover at my place over the weekend. I’ve got no idea what eight-year-old girls are into these days (I was a real geek back then), so we got the Nintendo Wii and a bunch of board games to keep her occupied. I can’t imagine why she’d want to hang out with a couple of old fogeys, but I guess it means we’re still relatively happening.
I think Tru’s got his first crush though. (I told you he’s advanced for his age) He’s besotted with her and the whole time she was here, he would giggle hysterically at everything she did. Mommy has been displaced now that he’s found a new friend to play with.
I’ve brought him on many play dates with kids his age, but he isn’t as enamored by them. He’ll grab their toys and tolerate their presence, but with big kids, he seems to know that they’re much cooler and a lot more fun.
I hope it doesn’t become a trend when he grows up. I mean, older women are great, but I’d recommend someone closer to his age. (See, mothers worry about all kinds of unnecessary trifles. It’s like a disease. I’m taking medication for it.)
We had intended to stay up to play all night, but since I’m way past the age of pulling an all-nighter, we called decided to call it a night at 12.30. It’s the responsible parenty kinda thing to do anyway. It was all good until bedtime, when our little sleepover friend decided the sudden drop in adrenaline from the day’s excitement was too much to handle. Which resulted in a bad case of mommy-sickness. It was a good thing she stayed 5 mins away, so we could rush her back home at the drop of a hat.
The thing about mommy-sickness is that there’s only one cure – your Mommy. I think it’s the smell or the feeling of being held and snuggled which makes everything better. Totally psychological, like how kissing a boo-boo works wonders. Someone else’s mommy doesn’t work cos it’s just not the same. As it turns out, a reassuring chat with mommy over the phone seemed to do the trick, and two bedtime stories later, she was out like a light.
It was all really sweet actually. I was also hoping Tru would miss me like that when he grows up and has his first slumber party. But somehow boys seem to have an immunity against mommy-sickness, or they’re just too macho to admit it. Good thing I’ve got a girly girl on the way.
