He knows how

Back when we said, "You can't have sleepovers until you're ten," we thought we were buying ourselves an eternity before having to deal with it.

But then we blinked our eyes and our oldest became nine-and-a-half and his best friend is a wonderful kid with wonderful parents and we ran out of reasons not to let him spend the night at Reister's.

So here he is, backpack on his back containing a toothbrush, a change of clothes, and a stuffed Toucan named Taco.

Later that evening I got THE BEST text message from Reister's mom Michelle. It read, "Gene said to me, 'I might have to poop while I'm here but it's ok, I know how.'"