My daughter received a birthday invitation the other day. I read all of the facts and put it down thinking, "That's a big, fat no." The gig was in Roseville, for an overnight slumber party, with swimming and strangers. This Mama Bear declined. I reserve the right to squash Sarah's fun to keep her safe. I haven't told her she cannot go yet. That is a blog of a different color.
2 comments:
How did the "no" go? I'm with you--the honey tree is the best place for your cub in that situation!
I guess the birthday girl broke the news for me. She told Sarah in school that she can't go. Sarah told me she would like to go when she is 7. Can we say growth??
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