We are overprotective parents and have a "no sleepover" rule, but every once in a while the kids request a "slumber party". Last weekend was one of these parties. It consisted of dancing, Sorry Sliders, rodent races (with zhu zhu hamsters), story telling, and finally crashing together on the floor. No parents are allowed in these parties and they all have a great time, especially the boys who are usually not permitted in the girls room.
I love these moments. They make motherhood all worth while. It will be a sad day when they outgrow these kinds of things.