"Can we have a sleepover tonight?" my youngest son asks. "It's my favorite night of the week!" he exclaims. Most would assume this is a request for a group of rowdy boys with sleeping bags to take over the floor of our family room with little shut-eye for the night. But in our home, a sleepover means something different. It is a family tradition stumbled upon in desperation, but now revered with great affection.
It means that all four of our children climb into our bed in the early evening and forgo the usual bedtime expectations. What we do from there varies on any given night. Sometimes we watch "American Idol" or "Wipeout" episodes, with each of us picking a favorite to cheer on. We often take turns read...
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