Tonight, the Matron said no twice--one small, one big.
HWCBN came into the kitchen for a snack at 5:50, just as dinner was in brewing. He went to the freezer for FOUR SCOOPS of ice cream.
Mayhem ensued. But the Matron stuck by her guns, which is harder to do than the path of least resistance.
Scarlett is the youngest child in play largely constituted by 15-18 year olds. These are really, really good kids. The theater is amazing. Every minute of her experience has been nothing but 100% positive.
But it turns out that the entire cast was invited for a sleepover tomorrow night.
The Matron called the mom hosting the sleepover. The teenagers will all be hopping in various cars and transporting themselves, and probably staying up all night. Scarlett is invited. Warmly welcome.
Let intuition and common sense prevail: no.
Scarlett is currently in bed, weeping. There's nothing she wants more than to be with this crowd. And the Matron knows these are good people involved in every regard. But she doesn't know the family hosting -- not at all -- and can't send her 12 year old into an overnight (boy and girls) with largely 15-17i year olds, who have the capacity for conversation and alertness that this 12 year old does not yet possess.
Much harder than yes.
Merrick? He wants a fish, a gopher, a frog, and a snake. Really, who has a gopher?
That's easier: no.
But no is hard. She's sure there are many, many more to come.