Two of my nephews came for a sleepover. One (11) clutching a 'Pirates of the Caribbean' DVD; the other (7) clutching his special milk and all manner of Spongebobbery to snuggle in bed. I'm proud of the younger boy and my daughter (also age 7), for having mastered the art of pretending to be asleep when they hear me walking upstairs. I'm sure they think I'm too dim to realise that all that giggling, rustling and thumping is actually them.
I meant to borrow my sister's zed-bed, wrote it on a list, and of course forgot. So the big bulky 11-year old is now trying to sleep on some rather narrow sofa cushions, held together with an elasticated sheet, underneath my son's cabin bed. In my defence, I did try to alleviate the bed shortage by inviting one of my kids to sleep in with me tonight, but they solemnly shook their heads. No. Way. Jose.