The mommy vanity buttons tweak pretty hard when the super polite 9 year old boy (son of a close friend)after enduring a day of playing games aimed at a 2.5 year old kid asks "can Lucy come sleep over at my grandma's house? We'll bring her back in the morning. "
Thanks Sammy, but she (and I) aren't ready for that (and your grandma would kick my butt if I tried.)
He was so sweet and happy to hang out with Lucy and play the silliest of games (i.e. dried noodles as sand and Jason's 40 year old Fischer Price toys.)