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officially apologize for not doing my chores in the past and officially swear I will spend the rest of my life doing any chores that need to be done at 17 Wish Pond Road.”
Mom and Dad smile at each other like even though we’re having a serious talk, they thought my answer was funny.
Max looks relieved, like he’s glad my parents are smiling. “Mom, Dad, I really am sorry about not helping out. I promise I’ll try harder. Can I go to baseball now?”
Dad nods like Max is excused.
Max grabs his bag and heads for the front door.
I don’t want to be the only kid left to deal with my parents. “Can I be excused too?” I ask. “I want to start cleaning up my room, and I promise I’ll change the litter box.”
Mom and Dad tell me I’m free to go.
I scoop up my cat and head for my room. I’ve got a bed to make and drawers to straighten and a litter box to change. I also have a phone call to make.
The family meeting was not at all what I expected. The word
sleepover
wasn’t even mentioned.
I want to ask my parents about having a sleepover, but before I talk to them, there’s someone else I need to talk to.
Her name starts with an
M
and ends with an A-R-Y-A-N-N. She’s not only my lifelong best friend, but she’s also an expert on knowing how to get parents to say
yes
.
A MALLORY MEETING
The family meeting that Dad called didn’t exactly go the way I was hoping it would, so I decide to call a meeting of my own.
Actually, I didn’t decide that myself. Mary Ann helped.
She convinced me that the only way I would get to have a sleepover is if I show my parents why having a sleepover is a good idea.
I take the piece of paper I’ve been working on all day off my desk, fold it neatly, and slip it into my pajama pocket.
It’s time for some before-bed show and tell.
I go over the plan in my head that Mary Ann and I came up with.
Step 1: When Mom and Dad are already in bed, go upstairs in my
I LUV U
pajamas and pink heart slippers, knock softly on their door, and ask politely if I can come in and talk to them.
Step 2: Show them all the reasons why having a sleepover birthday party is a good idea and tell them how much I really, really, really want to have a sleepover birthday party.
Step 3: Wait for them to say
YES!
I look in my bathroom mirror and adjust the ponytail on top of my head. “Wish me luck,” I say to Cheeseburger.
I take a deep breath as I walk up the stairs. When I get to Mom and Dad’s room, I put
Step 1
into place. I knock on their door. “May I come in please,” I ask in my super polite voice.
“Mallory?” Mom says like it’s a surprise to hear from me at this hour but a nice one.
I take that as a good sign.
When I walk into their room, my parents are reading in bed.
Time for
Step 2
. I plop down on their bed between them. “Mom, Dad, I have something to show you,” I say with a smile. I cross my toes inside my slippers. I hope this goes the way I want it to. I pull the piece of paper out of my pajama pocket and start reading.
When I finish reading, I put one arm around Mom and the other around Dad. “Please, please, please,” I say. “Can I please I have a sleepover party?” I ask in my
this-is-something-I-really-want-and-I-really-hope-you’ll-say-yes
voice.
I cross my toes extra hard and make a wish that
Step 3
will happen like it’s supposed to.
Mom and Dad look at each other like they’re considering my request.
Even though they don’t say anything, I think they’re having one of those silent
it’s-OK-with-me-if-it’s-OK-with-you
conversations that parents have when their kids ask for something and they want to make sure they’re on the same page before they say
yes
.
“Mallory, a sleepover sounds like a fun way to celebrate your birthday,” Mom says like she’s the official parent spokesperson.
I uncross my toes and wait for Mom to say what I hope she is about to say next.
“You may have one,” she says.
When Mom says that, I feel
Mom and Dad smile at each other like even though we’re having a serious talk, they thought my answer was funny.
Max looks relieved, like he’s glad my parents are smiling. “Mom, Dad, I really am sorry about not helping out. I promise I’ll try harder. Can I go to baseball now?”
Dad nods like Max is excused.
Max grabs his bag and heads for the front door.
I don’t want to be the only kid left to deal with my parents. “Can I be excused too?” I ask. “I want to start cleaning up my room, and I promise I’ll change the litter box.”
Mom and Dad tell me I’m free to go.
I scoop up my cat and head for my room. I’ve got a bed to make and drawers to straighten and a litter box to change. I also have a phone call to make.
The family meeting was not at all what I expected. The word
sleepover
wasn’t even mentioned.
I want to ask my parents about having a sleepover, but before I talk to them, there’s someone else I need to talk to.
Her name starts with an
M
and ends with an A-R-Y-A-N-N. She’s not only my lifelong best friend, but she’s also an expert on knowing how to get parents to say
yes
.
A MALLORY MEETING
The family meeting that Dad called didn’t exactly go the way I was hoping it would, so I decide to call a meeting of my own.
Actually, I didn’t decide that myself. Mary Ann helped.
She convinced me that the only way I would get to have a sleepover is if I show my parents why having a sleepover is a good idea.
I take the piece of paper I’ve been working on all day off my desk, fold it neatly, and slip it into my pajama pocket.
It’s time for some before-bed show and tell.
I go over the plan in my head that Mary Ann and I came up with.
Step 1: When Mom and Dad are already in bed, go upstairs in my
I LUV U
pajamas and pink heart slippers, knock softly on their door, and ask politely if I can come in and talk to them.
Step 2: Show them all the reasons why having a sleepover birthday party is a good idea and tell them how much I really, really, really want to have a sleepover birthday party.
Step 3: Wait for them to say
YES!
I look in my bathroom mirror and adjust the ponytail on top of my head. “Wish me luck,” I say to Cheeseburger.
I take a deep breath as I walk up the stairs. When I get to Mom and Dad’s room, I put
Step 1
into place. I knock on their door. “May I come in please,” I ask in my super polite voice.
“Mallory?” Mom says like it’s a surprise to hear from me at this hour but a nice one.
I take that as a good sign.
When I walk into their room, my parents are reading in bed.
Time for
Step 2
. I plop down on their bed between them. “Mom, Dad, I have something to show you,” I say with a smile. I cross my toes inside my slippers. I hope this goes the way I want it to. I pull the piece of paper out of my pajama pocket and start reading.
When I finish reading, I put one arm around Mom and the other around Dad. “Please, please, please,” I say. “Can I please I have a sleepover party?” I ask in my
this-is-something-I-really-want-and-I-really-hope-you’ll-say-yes
voice.
I cross my toes extra hard and make a wish that
Step 3
will happen like it’s supposed to.
Mom and Dad look at each other like they’re considering my request.
Even though they don’t say anything, I think they’re having one of those silent
it’s-OK-with-me-if-it’s-OK-with-you
conversations that parents have when their kids ask for something and they want to make sure they’re on the same page before they say
yes
.
“Mallory, a sleepover sounds like a fun way to celebrate your birthday,” Mom says like she’s the official parent spokesperson.
I uncross my toes and wait for Mom to say what I hope she is about to say next.
“You may have one,” she says.
When Mom says that, I feel
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