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Sleepover Dos and Don’ts

What to know before your child’s first night away.

by L.J. Williamson

December 29, 2009

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My eight-year-old son wanted to have a sleepover party for his birthday, so we invited the usual suspects: the next door neighbor, a kid he’s been friends with since infancy, and another long-time school buddy. Wanting to encourage my often-shy son to keep making new friends, I urged him to invite another nice-seeming boy named Gerry from his class, who’d gotten wind of the party and asked to be included. My son agreed, and I asked Gerry for his mom’s phone number.

I phoned her and introduced myself. “Hi, my son Robbie and Gerry are classmates. Robbie is having a sleepover party for his birthday this Saturday, and he’d like to invite Gerry.” I also added that if she would prefer, her son was welcome to come to the party just for the evening and skip the sleepover part, because I realize that kids – and more often their parents – have varying degrees of comfort with the whole sleepover thing.

“I can’t let him go by himself to your house,” Gerry’s mother replied bluntly. “I would have to send his older brother there with him, because I don’t know you. I’m just being honest.”

I paused, momentarily stunned, as I absorbed the fact that this woman thought I might bring harm to her son.

Gerry’s mother was simply obeying the teachings of Stranger Danger. Still, I found it difficult to digest the fact that I was being cast in the role of “Stranger,” or worse yet, “Potentially Dangerous Stranger,” when I was here to audition for the part of “Friendly Mother From Your Son’s Class.”

All I wanted was to create a small, festive birthday party for my son, and help him make a new friend. This older brother – whom my son didn’t even know – wasn’t part of the plan, and really, what if I was some twisted pervert? Would handing over your eleven-year-old really constitute an adequate defense against me?

I quickly improvised dialogue that I hoped would prove how pleasant and normal I was. “So, how do you like the kids’ teacher?” “Does your son participate in any after-school programs?” “Are you planning to volunteer with the PTA?” I wound up staying on the phone with Gerry’s mother for half an hour, feigning interest in her real estate career, her other four children, her eldest son’s college application process, and so forth, all the while growing to resent her more and more. At the end of the call, I told her she was welcome and encouraged to attend the party herself, which I desperately hoped she wouldn’t. Who wants to spend hours standing around with someone who you know is in your home solely to judge your proclivities for sodomy?

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