Boys are Gross

J's bag was packed for his first sleepover at a non-relative's home. 

He was beyond excited. 

I had a few concerns that needed to be addressed before I sent him on his way.

Since this is how I find the kids' bathroom e.v.e.r.y. single day (This photo doesn't do it justice.  It's difficult to capture the full effects of dried spit, fingerprints, and a toothpaste massacre.), we had an extensive review of manners and all things related. 
 

Me:  Dude, no one is going to invite you back to their house if you don't clean up your pee dribble and toothpaste blobs.


J had a great time, and I heard from the other mom that he was well-mannered also. 

 

Me:  So did you have a good time?

 

J:  Yes!

 

Me:  What did you boys do?

 

J:  We played video games, texted, and we burped and farted.