This year Trevor asked for certain things for his birthday party. He basically wanted to re-live his friend's sleep over birthday party from last September with all of the same events and people. One thing they got to do was go to Carl's Jr. for dinner. When I asked for further explanation about why Carl's Jr. was so important, he said, "We got to go there and play. We never get to go there and at Jackson's party we did. We finally got to 'cross that bridge.' " I got the serious eyes, the voice of emotion, and the eyebrows of drama.
The rest of the conversation went like this.
"Well, Trevor, the reason I don't like to go there is because it smells like a locker room."
"No, it doesn't!"
"It's disgusting."
"It doesn't smell like a locker room, it smells like hamburgers, Mom!"
"Trevor, you don't know what a locker room smells like. And, they don't clean them very well."
"Mom. It's going to be an all-boys party and how about you can go have a girl's night!"
"Okay."
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| The Locker/Dining Room. |
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| Pillow fight! |
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| Sleeping at 12:30am. I think that's pretty good for frenzy mode. |
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