Matilda and I hitched a ride to my parent's house Thursday evening. Change of scenery and all that. Yesterday, Allison brought Sam up to visit Matilda because they are deeply in love.
Allison read them a book. Sam was interested but Matilda had heard it all before so she halfway through she requested "Daf an a haf" (A Giraffe and a Half).
A bit later, Matilda got naked just in time for lunch.
After the half a naked lunch and playing in the two forts (Sam requested his own) under the dining room table, the crying jags started to get a little closer together so Allison put them both in the crib.
Things started off promising enough. Matilda went over the ground rules with Allison. "No jumping? No bounce?" Allison confirmed that for her and went even further in telling them to lie down and be quiet. She left them alone and we all listened in on the baby monitor. Didn't take long before we heard the *binga binga binga* of two toddlers gripping the railing and jumping and bouncing. So Allison went back in and went over the rules again. More lying down. More sshhhing. She left and there was quiet. For a few minutes. Then there was heavy breathing and the sounds of blankets rustling and story telling and, soon enough, *binga binga binga.* We sat it out for a few minutes to see if they'd settle down. But when Sam started in with the "mommy mommy mommy" and Matilda backed him up with "mama mama mama," Allison finally went back in to find that they'd opened the door and bounced the crib halfway out of the room. Sam had pooped which required a change. The change got messy when he managed to stick his socked foot into the dirty diaper.
Aaand, that pretty much ended the sleepover. Everyone came back downstairs. The kids got back in their forts. Matilda wacked her head walking from her fort to Sam's, again. Sam borrowed a pair of Matilda's socks that caused Matilda to lose the plot. Left her brain behind and dissolved in a puddle of hysterical crying. Over a pair of red socks she could hardly be bothered to wear herself (She naked, afterall).
And that was that. Allison took Sam home. Matilda continued the epic screaming jag until she passed out with exhaustion. Later, at home, once his shoes were off, Sam looked down at his red socks and asked his mother what happened. What happened, indeed.
