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So, while all of the rest of my journalism colleges In the Known Universe were partying it up at the White House correspondents' dinner, Yours Truly was having a dance party with Rachel and Sydney, whose mom determined that she was ready for a sleepover at our house (although I had my doubts).

We all had a big pillow fight before bed -- Syd, Rachel, Mommy and Daddy -- and poor Rachel wanted to keep it up after 10 minutes, but Drew and I said firmly that the girls had to go to bed early because Rachel had Hebrew school the next day.

A few minutes later, Rachel came down and said that Sydney couldn't sleep because her mom usually cuddles with her and reads a book, and I offered to do the same, but Syd was adamant that she wanted to leave. I came upstairs and told her matter-of-factly: "Sydney, you knew this was going to be the case when you ASKED to have this sleepover," but she didn't appear to be moved.

Drew texted Nicole, Syd's mom, but got no answer. He went out to get us both food (I had met a friend for a late lunch and wasn't very hungry) and I stayed home.

While he was gone, Rachel came downstairs again and told me that she had made Syd laugh and was telling her stories, and Syd had yawned, meaning that she was getting tired. By the time Drew got back, both girls were asleep (which is around the time that Nicole texted us back).

Things were fine; Drew made them chocolate-chip pancakes the next morning and we got Rachel to Hebrew school, then Drew and I had brunch.