Sydney slept over last night. She was everything Anna Matuzak was not. No makeup. No adoring herself in the mirror. No hogging the pizza or the bed space. No complaining.
But lots of burping. We had a contest. She won. I was laughing too hard to care about losing.
We spent a couple hours in the Cool-It Room. Armed with markers. There’s no empty space left on the walls.
She saw every nook and cranny of the house except the basement. A couple days ago my dad installed a lock on the basement door. He won’t tell me why, only that if I’m dumb enough to break through and go down, I do so on pain of death. I told him I better not be locked out for long because my train stuff is down there.
We wound up watching TV from the bed and eating M&M’s. The last time I looked at the clock it said 1:30 a.m. I guess we scared Jake away. He spent the night at Poppy’s.
We were zombies heading over to Sydney’s house this morning to pick up Devon for the day. He usually wants to head straight for the playground. Not today. He wanted to hang out at my house. Jealous about Sydney’s overnight, I guess.
One thing happened that drained some of the juice out of our super-great overnight.
Devon hid in the mudroom closet. No big deal, except we thought he was lost. Maybe unconscious. Maybe wandering down the street. Maybe whatever. We called and called. No answer. Sydney was frantic, ready to cry, when we found him all grinny in the closet.
The whole thing made me a little sad. It reminded me of the times when Jake and I couldn’t play hide-and-seek because we always knew where each other was.